Dying Breed

I take a pint of whiskey

And crack open it's lid

I drink the bottle empty

Just like my poor daddy did

I take after my family

My fate's the blood in me

No one grows old in this household

We are a dying breed

I take a red and blue one

From my Mama's purse

I wash 'em down with homemade wine

To see what kicks in first

I take after my family

My fate's the blood in me

No one grows old in this household

We are a dying breed

I take another needle

Black powder and a spoon

I set my sights on heaven

And shoot for the moon

I take after my family

My fate's the blood in me

No one grows old in this household

We are a dying breed

No one grows old in this household

We are a dying breed