Last Of A Dying Breed by Neal Mccoy

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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