Текст песни Dyin' Breed - The Bellamy Brothers

I like the slow dance
With a young thing
To an old melody
A full figured woman
Who can really hold against me

And when I drink a little beer
My words don't always come out PC
Brother, you and me
Are the last of a dying breed

I like to ride my horse
To the pasture
And just look at the cows
And may be one roll one up
In the saddle
And just mellow out

Sometimes I sit on a barstool
And lie to them, barmaids till 3
Brother, you and me
Are the last of a dying breed

They don't make em like us anymore
Not like they did before
Still country down to the core
Just two old dinosaurs

I love them ol'western movies
With a two fisted story
And still get a lump in my throat
When they wave ol'Glory
A two inch steak
And a cheap cigar is my creed
Brother, you and me
Are the last of dying breed

They don't make em like us anymore
Not like they did before
Still country down to the core
Just two old dinosaurs

Now if we make it to heaven
Those honkytonk angels will sing
Brother, you and me
We're the last of dying breed
Brother, you and me
We're the last of dying breed