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My name's Franks, an' my Daddy's 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 everybody he met.
Ray taught me the of Faith an' family,
The American flag, hard work, an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the of a dyin' breed.

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

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 of the:

wearers, farmer tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, tomato pickers,
Hay balers loadin' in the Fall.
Fruit stand sellers, square dwellers,
Who gather at The Queen at dawn.
knows 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 hate to think generation 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 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.
Of a breed.
Of a breed.
Of a Breed.