Testo di 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 Repeat Chorus