Rusty Old American Dream

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 that tail-fin road locomotive You can polish my chrome so clean. We can fly off into the sunset together. 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, *key changes* But don't let me die here alone. Just jump me some juice to my battery, Give that old starter a spin. Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carburetor and roar into life once again. I'm that tail-fin road locomotive You can polish my chrome so clean. We can fly off into the sunset together. Rusty old American dream. Still runnin', rusty old American dream.