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My name's Tommy Franks, an' my name 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 also a friend to everybody he met.
Ray taught me the of Faith an' family,
The American flag, hard work, 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 friend a dog had.
A post-hole-digger, a Skoal dipper,
John cap supportin' man.
With a house on a hill and a in the field,
by a mess of corn rows.
Makes a livin' from his labor, gives to the Maker,
He's somebody knows.

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 will go down in
As the last, the of the:

Overall wearers, tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, tomato pickers,
Hay balers loadin' in the Fall.
stand sellers, town square dwellers,
Who gather at The Dairy at dawn.
Everybody knows him an' everybody loves
God, I'm gonna him when 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 will go in history:
As the last, the of a dying breed.

(Last of a breed.)
a hard-working family 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 generation 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.