(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