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Madelyn
Wade Forster
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I’m the last of long dying bread I left the world as soon as the world left me, I leave all my problems in a fuel fired pile, Along with the jeans and dreams I ain’t worn in a while, I’ve lived a hell of a life and my scars show that, My life was ramblin’ on and never getting called back, I was drowning in lemon, whiskey, bitters and the sin, The worst part of it all it’s not where the troubles begin, These days the cowboy term gets thrown around a lot, I remember the days back when the competition was hot, It meant trying your best and having a god damn go Not leaving the work to build behind in the February snow, I’m the last of a long dying bread, I watch the rain fall like TV, I hope it comes down all year round, Watch me go when they wind me up, Running a muck in a pick up truck, Drinking about anything that I can pick up on the road eastbound Cause I’m the last of a dying breed, I see milk drinkers in every single town, Making sure that life is hell for the thrill seekers around, And they’ve never had a beer on the banks of a backroads county creek, So why the hell should they tell me what I really long to seek, Don’t get me wrong I aint the toughest of the pen, But I miss the day when young boys were called men, Treat a lady right and always use their words, But when the words run out punches fly along with birds, I’m the last of a long dying bread, I watch the rain fall like TV, I hope it comes down all year round, Watch me go when they wind me up, Running a muck in a pick up truck, Drinking about anything that I can pick up on the road eastbound Cause I’m the last of a dying breed, Cause I’m the last of a dying breed,
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