last of a dying breed

fourty fours rollin down a dusty old dirt road. tires moaning groaning

whistling as they go. boots muddy as hell

i got my old jones hat turned back. shotgun beside my leg

cb on the dash. i'm headed back to my old spot way down in the georgetown swamp. i'll grab a couple three inch magnum loads a double o buckshot. yeah

lord knows that i love this land of mine. i'm rowdy

i'm rough

might be dumb but i'm tough and i'm out to have myself a real good time. cause i'm the last of a dying breed

just a country boy making ends meet. i'm alright even though i'm struggling. yeah

just a hillbilly hell raiser

loud and proud. you ain't ever gonna make me take my flag down. ain't no runway cowboy

you get just what you see. yeah

i'm the last

i'm the last of a dying breed. well

i dragged a buck back to the truck and i dropped my tailgate down. i throw him on

strap him up

drive him all over town. i crank my music up real loud

you know it don't bother me. yeah

i'll rock ya

senior

lefty

earls croaks

bob wayne

and hank 3. yeah

i'm the last of a dying breed

just a country boy making ends meet. i'm alright even though i'm struggling. yeah

just a hillbilly hell raiser

loud and proud. you ain't ever gonna make me take my flag down. ain't no runway cowboy

you get just what you see. yeah

i'm the last

i'm the last of a dying breed. cause i'm the last of a dying breed

just a country boy making ends meet. i'm alright even though i'm struggling. yeah

just a hillbilly hell raiser

loud and proud. you ain't ever gonna make me take my flag down. ain't no runway cowboy

you get just what you see. yeah

i'm the last

i'm the last

i said i'm the last

i'm the last of a dying breed.