Allison Moorer
dying breed
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I take a pint of whiskey
And crack open its 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
No one grows old in this household
We are a dying breed
- Album:
- Down to Believing
- Crows
- Getting Somewhere
- Miss Fortune
- Alabama Song
- Miscellaneous
- Show
- Mockingbird
- Non-Album Releases
- The Definitive Collection
- The Definitive Collection: Allison Moorer
- Live at the NIGHT: Volume 5
- The Hardest Part
- Country Love
- The Ultimate Collection
- The Essential Collection
- Country: Modern to Timeless Country Classics
- The Best Country Ballads in the World... Ever!
- O Sister, Where Art Thou?
- The Horse Whisperer