and raised on the good food
from the hard roads I took
Yeah, proud just to be my daddy's son
You know he taught me how to work
and not to quit until the job's done
Well, I may not be high society,
And what you get is what you see
And that I'm part of a dyin' breed
And we're bringing up a young one
And my boy, he's a top gun
Yeah, we live out in the country
Where you're free to roam
And when a long day's over
the only way I know to be
and what you get is what you see
And they tell me I'm old -fashioned,
and that I'm part of a dyin' breed
Yeah, they tell me I'm old -fashioned
And that I'm part of a dyin' breed
That's just me, oh, I said,