Dying Breed

I take a pint of whiskey
And crack open its lid
I drink the bottle empty
Just like my poor daddy did.

I take after my family
My fate's the blood in me
No one grows old in this household
We are a dying breed.

I take a red and blue one
From my Mama's purse
I wash 'em down with homemade wine
To see what kicks in first

(repeat chorus)

I take another needle
Black powder and a spoon
I set my sights on heaven
And shoot for the moon.

(repeat chorus)
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source: Songteksten.nl

Language: english
Style: Country-Rock; Progressive Country; Americana