The Last Of A Dying Breed - Neal McCoy

He’s a cold beer drinker

A buck and deer hunter

The best friend a dog ever had

A post hole digger

A mint scole dipper

A John Deere cap sportin man

With a house on a hill

and a pond in the fields

surrounded by a mess of corn rows

makes a livin from his labor

with credit to the maker

he’s somebody everybody knows

Last of a dying breed

who tend the fields and mend the fences

heaven knows I hate to think that

generation might be ending

but if he goes

he will go

down in history

as the last, the last

of the overall wearers

farmer-tan tearers

down at the VFW hall (ya'll)

cake pan lickers

ripe tomato pickers

hay balers, loadin trailers in the fall

fruit stand sellers

town square dwellers who gather

at dairy queen at dawn

everybody knows’em everybody loves’em

god I’m gonna miss him if their gone

Last of a dying breed

who tend the fields and mend the fences

heaven knows I hate to think that

generation might be ending

but if he goes

he will go

down in history

as the last, the last

of a dying breed

(last of a dying breed)

he’s a hard working family man

(last of a dying breed)

Last of a dying breed

who tend the fields and mend the fences

heaven knows I hate to think that

generation might be ending

but if he goes

he will go

down in history

as the last, the last

of a dying breed

of a dying breed

of a dying breed