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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