| I like the slow dance
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| With a young thing
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| To an old melody
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| A full figured woman
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| Who can really hold against me
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| And when I drink a little beer
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| My words don’t always come out PC
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| Brother, you and me
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| Are the last of a dying breed
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| I like to ride my horse
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| To the pasture
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| And just look at the cows
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| And may be one roll one up
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| In the saddle
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| And just mellow out
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| Sometimes I sit on a barstool
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| And lie to them, barmaids till 3
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| Brother, you and me
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| Are the last of a dying breed
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| They don’t make em like us anymore
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| Not like they did before
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| Still country down to the core
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| Just two old dinosaurs
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| I love them ol’western movies
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| With a two fisted story
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| And still get a lump in my throat
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| When they wave ol’Glory
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| A two inch steak
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| And a cheap cigar is my creed
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| Brother, you and me
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| Are the last of dying breed
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| They don’t make em like us anymore
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| Not like they did before
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| Still country down to the core
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| Just two old dinosaurs
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| Now if we make it to heaven
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| Those honkytonk angels will sing
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| Brother, you and me
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| We’re the last of dying breed
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| Brother, you and me
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| We’re the last of dying breed |