Last Of The Breed

Last of the Breed

(Dos Gringos)

One day you'll see him sitting in a bar

He's the one drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar

Pull up a chair and offer him a drink

It's a good bet he'll tell you exactly what he thinks

About this country and what it's doing wrong

And for another drink he might sing you a song

He's a hard-hearted bastard of a day long gone by

Mix of emotion and laughter in his eye

A worn-out junkie on adrenaline and speed

A fighter pilot, he's the last of the breed

He'll tell stories of how we fought the war

Using words and phrases that you've never heard before

He'll talk of death as if it were a lie

Then speak of good friends and good times as he looks up to the sky

Then tell a joke that no man should ever tell

But it don't bother him 'cause he's seen both heaven and hell

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