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Cody Hibbard

Dying Breed

 

Dying Breed

(album: Memory And A Dirt Road - 2020)


Never been much of a go out party crowd drinker
More of a sit alone on a creek bank sunset thinker
A little more lover than a leaver
A little more find the real thing or just stay single

I'm a little more lyric than I am rhythm
A little more tree stump prayer than back pew pretending
A little less grudge and a lot more forgiving
A little less talk and a lot more listen

Maybe I'm just old fashioned
Maybe I'm cut from a different cloth
Maybe I'm just an old has-been who got it all wrong
Maybe the whole damn world's just awaiting
For me and my kind to kill off, throw us six feet deep
And once and for all, finally be short of this dying breed

Now I ain't much of a sit around hanging out taker
More of a bust my ass for a ring and a drink on a couple acres
With a little more dirt than pavement
Holding her hand growing old on a front porch swinging
I don't think there's a damn thing wrong with that

Maybe I'm just old fashioned
Maybe I'm cut from a different cloth
Maybe I'm just an old has-been who got it all wrong
Maybe the whole damn world's just awaiting
For me and my kind to kill off, throw us six feet deep
And once and for all, finally be short of this dying breed

Maybe I'm just old fashioned
Maybe I'm cut from a different cloth
Maybe I'm just an old has-been who got it all wrong
Maybe the whole damn world's just awaiting
For me and my kind to kill off, throw us six feet deep
And once and for all, finally be short of this dying breed
Short of this dying breed

Now I'm a little more lyric than I am rhythm
A little more tree stump prayer than back pew pretending

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