Rusty Old American Dream Lyrics

I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been,
But I'm weakend underneath me where my frame has rusted thin.
And this here state inspection, I just barely passed.
Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,
This year could be my last.
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline.
For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.
Rusty old American dream.
I rolled off the line of Detroit in 1958.
Spent two days on the show room,
That's all I had to wait.
I've been good to all who've owned me, so have no fear.
Come on, boy, put your money down
And get me outta here.
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline.
For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.
Rusty old American dream.
This car needs a young man to own him,
One who will polish the chrome.
I'll give you the rest of my lifetime,
Em A *key changes*
But don't let me die here alone.
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
Give that old starter a spin.
E *STOP* C#m
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire to the carburetor
and roar into life once again.
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline.
For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.
Rusty old American dream.
Still runnin', rusty old American dream.