(Joel Jaffe)



Hey look at that train heading down the track

And look at that smoke coming out the stack

Fifty-five miles an hour, now ain't that speed

Well, she's riding high wide and handsome and she's just what the country needs

But the times have changed and she's the last of a dying breed



Everybody take a look at that engineer

His face looks worried but his eyes are clear

He got a wife at home and six hungry kids to feed

But his hand is steady on the throttle and he's just what the country needs

But now the times have changed he's the last of a dying breed



Yeah, now look at that farmer with a two-bottom plow

Three hundred acres an empty hay mow

Two hundred acres ain't nothing but dust and weeds

Well, he's upright, straight and honest and he's just what the country needs

But the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed



Hey, hey, hey there goes a fellow in a ten-gallon hat

High heeled boots and a lariat

Six shooter hanging way down around his knees

Well, he cool and independent and he's just what the country needs

But the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed



Well, now he out on the highway with his old guitar

Flagging down semi's and travelling far

Talking with farmers and truck-driving men and thieves

Well, the leavings for the old folkies, ain't nothing but stems and seeds

Cause the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed



(c) 1977 Whispering Wind Publishing Co.