Rusty Old American Dream

Well, I don't look all that ragged For all the time it's been But I'm weakened underneath me Where my frame is rusted thin And this year's state inspection I just barely pa*sed 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 And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere A rusty old American dream I rolled off the line In Detroit back in 1958 Spent three days in the showroom That's all I had to wait I've been good to all who owned me Sso have no fear C'mon, boy, put your money down And get me out of here I'm a tail-fin road locomotive From the days of cheap gasoline And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere A rusty old American dream This car needs A young man to own him One who will Polish the chrome I will give you The rest of my lifetime 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 carberator And roar into life once again I'm a tail-fin road locomotive You can polish my chrome so clean We can fly off into the sunset together A rusty old American dream Still runnin' A rusty old American dream