C F C
Well, I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been,
G
But I'm weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin.
C F C
And this year's state inspection just barely passed
Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,
G C
This year could be my last.
F C G C
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
F C Am
And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,
F G C
A rusty old American dream.
C F C
I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958,
G
Spent three days in the showroom, that's all I had to wait.
C F C
I've been good to all who owned me, so have no fear;
G C
C'mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here!
F C G C
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
F C Am
And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,
F G C
A rusty old American dream.
C
This car needs a young man to own him
F
One who will polish the chrome,
F C
I will give you the rest of my lifetime,
Am D
But don't let me die here alone.
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
G
Give that old starter a spin,
D Bm
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carberator,
G A D
And roar into life once again.
G D
I'm a tailfin road locomotive,
A D
You can polish my chrome so clean
G D Bm
We can fly off into the sunset together,
G A D
A rusty old American dream
Bm
Still a runnin',
G A D
Rusty Old American Dream