I made love in Texas
I was reconciled
When I got to Cleveland
I had a strong boychild
He wasn't born of passion
He just had to be
I was touched by something
His father said to me
He said:
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last branch of the tree
That will die with me
He was born of good folk
Was the only son
Every day he'd worry
Watching his line run
I don't claim perfection
I ain't choked with pride
But he had to have something
That would survive the tide
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last branch of the tree
That will die with me
Baby, I don't love you
But I've got to do
I would sure be grateful
To have a child by you
I have had my learning
I knew what I should say
But he would never settle down
There was no other way
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last of the line
I'm the last branch of the tree
That will die with me
Copyright 1970 Aram Schefrin and Michael Zager









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