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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, an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray the last of a dyin' breed.

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation 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 loadin' trailers in the Fall.
Fruit stand sellers, town dwellers,
Who at The Dairy Queen at dawn.
Everybody him an' everybody loves him:
God, I'm gonna him when he's gone.

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

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and the fences.
knows, I'd hate to think that generation 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.