"Dying Breed" lyrics

Never been much of a go out party crowd drinker
More of a sit alone on a creek bank sunset thinker
A little more lover than a leaver
A little more find the real thing or just stay single

I'm a little more lyric than I am rhythm
A little more tree stump prayer than back pew pretendin'
A little less grudge and a lot more forgivin'
A little less talk and a lot more listen

Maybe I'm just old fashioned
Maybe I'm cut from a different cloth
Maybe I'm just an old has-been who got it all wrong
Maybe the whole damn world's just awaitin'
For me and my kind to kill off, throw us six feet deep
And once and for all, finally be short of this dyin' breed

Now I ain't much of a sit around hangin' out taker
More of a bust my ass for a ring and a drink on a couple acres
With a little more dirt than pavement
Holdin' her hand growin' old on a front porch swingin'
I don't think there's a damn thing wrong with that

Maybe I'm just old fashioned
Maybe I'm cut from a different cloth
Maybe I'm just an old has-been who got it all wrong
Maybe the whole damn world's just awaitin'
For me and my kind to kill off, throw us six feet deep
And once and for all, finally be short of this dyin' breed

Maybe I'm just old fashioned
Maybe I'm cut from a different cloth
Maybe I'm just an old has-been who got it all wrong
Maybe the whole damn world's just awaitin'
For me and my kind to kill off, throw us six feet deep
And once and for all, finally be short of this dyin' breed
Short of this dyin' breed

Now I'm a little more lyric than I am rhythm
A little more tree stump prayer than back pew pretendin'