| Forty fours rollin' down a dusty old dirt road
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| Tires moanin' groanin', whistlin' as they go
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| Boots muddy as hell, I got my old Jones hat turned back
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| A shotgun beside my leg, CB on the dash
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| I’m headed back to my old spot way down in the Georgetown swamp
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| I’ll grab a couple three inch magnum loads a double ought buckshot
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| Yeah, Lord knows that I love this land of mine
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| I’m rowdy, I’m rough, might be dumb but I’m tough and I’m out to have myself a
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| real good time
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| 'Cause I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| Just a country boy makin' ends meet
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| I’m alright even though I’m strugglin'
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| Yeah, just a hillbilly hell raiser, loud and proud
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| You ain’t never gonna make me take my flag down
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| Ain’t no runway cowboy, you get just what you see
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| Yeah, I’m the last, I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| Well, I dragged a buck back to the truck and I dropped my tailgate down
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| I throw him on, strap him up, drive him all over town
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| I crank my music up real loud, you know it don’t bother me
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| Yeah, I’ll rock ya, senior, lefty, earls croaks, bob wayne, and hank 3
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| Yeah, I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| Just a country boy makin' ends meet
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| I’m alright even though I’m strugglin'
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| Yeah, just a hillbilly hell raiser, loud and proud
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| You ain’t never gonna make me take my flag down
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| Ain’t no runway cowboy, you get just what you see
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| Yeah, I’m the last, I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| 'Cause I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| Just a country boy makin' ends meet
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| I’m alright even though I’m strugglin'
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| Yeah, just a hillbilly hell raiser, loud and proud
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| You ain’t never gonna make me take my flag down
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| Ain’t no runway cowboy, you get just what you see
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| Yeah, I’m the last, I’m the last, I said I’m the last
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| I’m the last of a dyin' breed |