Allison Moorer - Dying Breed

(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm)





I take a pint of whiskey


And crack open it's lid


I drink the bottle empty


Just like my poor daddy did





I take after my family


My fate's the blood in me


No one grows old in this household


We are a dying breed





I take a red and blue one


From my Mama's purse


I wash 'em down with homemade wine


To see what kicks in first





I take after my family


My fate's the blood in me


No one grows old in this household


We are a dying breed





I take another needle


Black powder and a spoon


I set my sights on heaven


And shoot for the moon





I take after my family


My fate's the blood in me


No one grows old in this household


We are a dying breed