I'm A Dying Breed | POEM

I'm A Dying Breed
Written by: Christopher Williams

Whenever I look around
They're nowhere to be found
Every time that I look up
I can't find their dirty trucks
They've all forgotten their roots
And hung up their muddy boots

It isn't right, and it's not fair
I'm a dying breed, and no one seems to care

We don't hang out anymore at night
No more staying out until day light
It's no longer a beer or liquor-based
It's now something with a fruity taste
They go around in their tiny sports cars
Just because with a little gas it'll go far

It's all about clothes, and about hair
I'm a dying breed, does anyone seem to care?

Why don't we fish the pond on my land
Go out hunting on my new deer stand
But guns and rods are no longer your thang
Good God, how much things have changed
You won't dare get on a horse's back
Don't rope and ride, and all of that

It's not at all truth or dare
I'm just a dying breed, if anyone cares

I put on my cowboy hate just the same
My friends've gone off, they're not the blame
It's all metrosexuals and pretty boys
Who are afraid to play with manly toys
One foot at a time, I slip on my muddy boots
I'm the only one who hasn't forgotten my roots

It's just not right, and it isn't fair
I'm a dying breed, and the only one who cares