Dying Breed

G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 (2x) G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 I woke up this morning with a pounding in my head G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 I got thirty-five beer cans of fear beneath my bed G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 So I head down to the quick stop for a Slim Jim G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 And a cup of coffee G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 The worker there, her name is Charlene G Gmaj/F# She’s got a couple missing teeth Cadd9 And a rabbit foot on her keychain G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 She’s been serving me breakfast since 2017 D C She looks me dead in the eyes D C Says “You know what boy? You’re just one of a kind.” G ‘Cause I’m a dying breed D What you get is what you see Em7 C Not trying to be anything I don’t want to be G ‘Cause I’m a dying breed D I pick a little on my six-string Em7 A fly fishin' in a small stream D C Paying cash kind of thing G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 ‘Cause I’m a dying breed G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 Saturdays I watch the Bulldogs play G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 And you can bet on Sundays I’m cheering on Green Bay G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 Thеn it’s off to momma's for a home-cooked meal G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 And a beer with dad D C Momma tells me I need to change my ways D C But I am not a product of those lives we live today G ‘Cause I’m a dying breed D What you get is what you see Em7 C Not trying to be anything I don’t want to be G ‘Cause I’m a dying breed D I pick a little on my six-string Em7 A fly fishin' in a small stream D C Paying cash kind of thing G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 ‘Cause I’m a dying breed D C Well I can’t be the only one out there D C So if you feel like I do, put your drinks up in the air C Let me know you’re right here G ‘Cause I’m a dying breed D What you get is what you see Em7 C Not trying to be anything I don’t want to be G ‘Cause I’m a dying breed D I pick a little on my six-string Em7 A fly fishin' in a small stream D C Paying cash kind of thing Em7 D C Well there’s one too many and a firm handshake kind of thing G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 ‘Cause I’m a dying breed G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 Baby, I’m a dying breed G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 I woke up this morning with a pounding in my head G Gmaj/F# Cadd9 I got thirty-five beer cans of fear beneath my bed