Dying Breed

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