| Fourty fours rollin down a dusty old dirt road.
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| Tires moaning groaning, whistling as they go.
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| Boots muddy as hell, I got my old jones hat turned back.
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| 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 o 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 dying breed, just a country boy making ends meet.
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| I’m alright even though I’m struggling.
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| Yeah, just a hillbilly hell raiser, loud and proud.
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| You ain’t ever 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 dying 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 dying breed, just a country boy making ends meet.
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| I’m alright even though I’m struggling.
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| Yeah, just a hillbilly hell raiser, loud and proud.
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| You ain’t ever 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 dying breed.
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| Cause I’m the last of a dying breed, just a country boy making ends meet.
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| I’m alright even though I’m struggling.
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| Yeah, just a hillbilly hell raiser, loud and proud.
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| You ain’t ever 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, I’m the last of a dying
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| breed. |