Dyin Breed - The Bellamy Brothers

I like the slow dance

With a young thing

To an old melody

A full figured woman

Who can really hold against me

And when I drink a little beer

My words don’t always come out PC

Brother, you and me

Are the last of a dying breed

I like to ride my horse

To the pasture

And just look at the cows

And may be one roll one up

In the saddle

And just mellow out

Sometimes I sit on a barstool

And lie to them, barmaids till 3

Brother, you and me

Are the last of a dying breed

They don’t make em like us anymore

Not like they did before

Still country down to the core

Just two old dinosaurs

I love them ol’western movies

With a two fisted story

And still get a lump in my throat

When they wave ol’Glory

A two inch steak

And a cheap cigar is my creed

Brother, you and me

Are the last of dying breed

They don’t make em like us anymore

Not like they did before

Still country down to the core

Just two old dinosaurs

Now if we make it to heaven

Those honkytonk angels will sing

Brother, you and me

We’re the last of dying breed

Brother, you and me

We’re the last of dying breed