Dying Breed

(アルバム： If I Were The Devil - 2021)

I woke up this morning with a pounding in my head
I got thirty-five 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 missing teeth
And a rabbit foot on her keychain
She's been serving 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 dying breed
What you get is what you see
I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be
'Cause I'm a dying breed
I pick a little on my six-string
A fly fishing in a small stream
Paying cash kind of thing
'Cause I'm a dying breed

Saturdays, I watch the Bulldogs play
And you can bet on Sundays, I'm cheering 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 dying breed
What you get is what you see
I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be
Man, I'm a dying breed
I pick a little on my six-string
A fly fishing in a small stream
Paying cash kind of thing
'Cause I'm a dying breed
Baby, I'm a dying 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 dying breed
What you get is what you see
I'm not offering anything that I don't wanna be
'Cause I'm a dying breed
I pick a little on my six-string
A fly fishing in a small stream
Paying cash kind of thing
Well, there's one too many and a firm hand shake kind of thing
'Cause I'm a dying breed
Baby, I'm a dying breed, yeah

I woke up this morning with a pounding in my head
I got thirty-five beer cans of fear beneath my bed