Dying Breed

I woke up this mornin' with a poundin' in my head
 I got 35 beer cans of fear beneath my bed
 So I head down to the quick stop for a Slim Jim
 And a cup of coffee
 The worker there, her name is Charlene
 She's got a couple missin' teeth
 And a rabbit foot on her keychain
 She's been servin' me breakfast since 2017
 She looks me dead in the eyes
 Says, "You know what, boy? You're just one of a kind"
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 What you get is what you see
 I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 I pick a little on my six-string
 A fly fishin' in a small stream
 Paying cash kind of thing
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 Saturdays, I watch the Bulldogs play
 And you can bet on Sundays, I'm cheerin' on Green Bay
 Then it's off to Mom's for a home-cooked meal
 And a beer with Dad
 Mama warns me, I need to change my ways
 But I am not a product of the lives they live today
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 What you get is what you see
 I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be
 Man, I'm a dyin' breed
 I pick a little on my six-string
 A fly fishin' in a small stream
 Paying cash kind of thing
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 Baby, I'm a dyin' breed, yeah
 Well, I can't be the only one out there
 So if you feel like me, put your drinks up in the air
 Let me know you're right here
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 What you get is what you see
 I'm not offerin' anything that I don't wanna be
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 I pick a little on my six-string
 A fly fishin' in a small stream
 Paying cash kind of thing
 Well, there's one too many and a firm handshake kind of thing
 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed
 Baby, I'm a dyin' breed, yeah
 I woke up this mornin' with a poundin' in my head
 I got 35 beer cans of fear beneath my bed