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Not sure that this is completely right, but it's a start
any comments, suggestions, feel free to leave em.
-Matt
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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