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

a cold beer drinker, a buck deer hunter:
The best friend a dog had.
A post-hole-digger, a mint dipper,
John cap supportin' man.
With a house on a hill and a in the field,
Surrounded by a mess of rows.
Makes a livin' from his labor, gives to the Maker,
somebody everybody knows.

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

Overall wearers, tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, ripe pickers,
Hay balers loadin' in the Fall.
Fruit stand sellers, square dwellers,
Who at The Dairy Queen at dawn.
Everybody him an' everybody loves him:
God, I'm gonna miss him when gone.

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

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

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