My name's Tommy Franks and my daddy's name was Ray   Ray was a farm boy a cowboy and a banker   A clerk, a roughneck, a driller   A long haul driver, a soldier and a mechanic      He was also a friend to everybody he ever met   Ray taught me the value of faith and family   The American flag, hard work, honesty and a good dog   I hope my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed      He's a cold beer drinker, a buck n' bear hunter   The best friend a dog ever had   A post hole digger, a man Skoal dipper   John Deere cap sportin' man      With a house on a hill and a pond in the field   Surrounded by a mess of corn rows   Makes a livin' from his labour, a credit to the maker   He's somebody, everybody knows      Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences   Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending   But if he goes, he will go down in history   As the last, the last of the      Overall wearers, farmer tan tearers   Down at the BFW hall hot dog   Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato pickers   Hay balers loadin' trailers in the fall      Fruit stand sellers, town square dwellers   Who gather at The Dairy Queen at dawn   Everybody knows him and everybody loves him   God, I'm gonna miss him if they're gone      Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences   Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending   But if he goes, he will go down in history   As the last, the last of a dying breed      Last of a dying breed   He's a hard working family man   Last of a dying breed      Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences   Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending   But if he goes, he will go down in history   As the last, the last of a dying breed of a dying breed   Of a dying breed