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My name's Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's was Ray.
Ray was a farm boy, a an' a banker.
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller,
A long-haul driver, a an' a mechanic.
He was a friend to everybody he ever met.
Ray taught me the value of an' family,
The American flag, work, honesty an' a good dog.
I hope my Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed.

a cold beer drinker, a buck deer hunter:
The best a dog ever had.
A post-hole-digger, a mint dipper,
John Deere cap man.
With a house on a and a pond in the field,
by a mess of corn rows.
Makes a livin' from his labor, credit to the Maker,
He's everybody knows.

Last of a breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he go down in history:
As the last, the last of

wearers, farmer tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, tomato pickers,
Hay balers trailers in the Fall.
Fruit stand sellers, square dwellers,
Who gather at The Queen at dawn.
Everybody him an' everybody loves him:
God, I'm gonna miss him he's gone.

of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he go down in history:
As the last, the last of a breed.

(Last of a breed.)
He's a hard-working man.
(Last of a breed.)

of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he go down in history:
As the last, the of a dying breed.
Of a breed.
Of a breed.
Of a Breed.