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