Dying Breed Songtext
von Colby Acuff

I woke up this mornin′ with a poundin' in my head
I got 35 beer cans of fear beneath my bed
So I head down to the quick stop for a Slim Jim
And a cup of coffee

The worker there, her name is Charlene
She′s got a couple missin' teeth
And a rabbit foot on her keychain
She's been servin′ me breakfast since 2017

She looks me dead in the eyes
Says, "You know what, boy? You′re just one of a kind"

'Cause I′m a dyin' breed
What you get is what you see
I′m not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be
′Cause I'm a dyin' breed
I pick a little on my six-string
A fly fishin′ in a small stream
Paying cash kind of thing
′Cause I'm a dyin′ breed


Saturdays, I watch the Bulldogs play
And you can bet on Sundays, I'm cheerin′ on Green Bay
Then it's off to Mom′s for a home-cooked meal
And a beer with Dad

Mama warns me, I need to change my ways
But I am not a product of the lives they live today

'Cause I'm a dyin′ breed
What you get is what you see
I′m not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be
Man, I′m a dyin' breed
I pick a little on my six-string
A fly fishin′ in a small stream
Paying cash kind of thing
'Cause I′m a dyin' breed
Baby, I'm a dyin′ breed, yeah

Well, I can′t be the only one out there
So if you feel like me, put your drinks up in the air
Let me know you're right here


′Cause I'm a dyin′ breed
What you get is what you see
I'm not offerin′ anything that I don't wanna be
'Cause I′m a dyin′ breed
I pick a little on my six-string
A fly fishin' in a small stream
Paying cash kind of thing
Well, there′s one too many and a firm handshake kind of thing
'Cause I′m a dyin' breed
Baby, I′m a dyin' breed, yeah

I woke up this mornin' with a poundin′ in my head
I got 35 beer cans of fear beneath my bed