Last Of A Dying Breed

Neal McCoy

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Tom:
F C He's a cold beer drinker, a buck n' deer hunter:
Bb C The best friend a dog ever had.
F C A post-hole-digger, a mint Skoal dipper,
Bb C John Deere cap-sportin' man.
F C With a house on a hill and a pond in the field,
Bb C Surrounded by a mess of corn rows.
F C Makes a livin' from his labor, a credit to the Maker,
Bb C He's somebody everybody knows. Chorus:
C Bb C Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
C Bb C Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
Bb F Bb But if he goes, he will go down in history:
C As the last, the last of the:
F C Overall wearers, farmer tan tearers,
Bb C Down at the BFW hall. (Yall)
F C Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato pickers,
Bb C Hay balers loadin' trailers in the Fall.
F C Fruit stand sellers, town square dwellers,
Bb C Who gather at The Dairy Queen at dawn.
F C Everybody knows him an' everybody loves him:
Bb God, I'm gonna miss him if they're gone.
C Bb C Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
C Bb C Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
Bb F Bb But if he goes, he will go down in history:
C Bb As the last, the last of a dying breed.
C (Last of a dying breed.) He's a hard-working family man. (Last of a dying breed.)
C Bb C Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
C Bb C Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
Bb F Bb But if he goes, he will go down in history:
C Bb As the last, the last of a dying breed. Of a dying breed. Of a dying breed.
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Composição: Don Rollins e Tommy Conners

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