(Joel Jaffe)
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Hey look at that train heading down the track
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And look at that smoke coming out the stack
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Fifty-five miles an hour, now ain't that speed
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Well, she's riding high wide and handsome and she's just what the country needs
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But the times have changed and she's the last of a dying breed
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Everybody take a look at that engineer
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His face looks worried but his eyes are clear
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He got a wife at home and six hungry kids to feed
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But his hand is steady on the throttle and he's just what the country needs
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But now the times have changed he's the last of a dying breed
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Yeah, now look at that farmer with a two-bottom plow
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Three hundred acres an empty hay mow
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Two hundred acres ain't nothing but dust and weeds
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Well, he's upright, straight and honest and he's just what the country needs
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But the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed
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Hey, hey, hey there goes a fellow in a ten-gallon hat
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High heeled boots and a lariat
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Six shooter hanging way down around his knees
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Well, he cool and independent and he's just what the country needs
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But the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed
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Well, now he out on the highway with his old guitar
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Flagging down semi's and travelling far
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Talking with farmers and truck-driving men and thieves
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Well, the leavings for the old folkies, ain't nothing but stems and seeds
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Cause the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed
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(c) 1977 Whispering Wind Publishing Co.
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The Last Of A Dying Breed
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| Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show |
