Rusty Old American Dream Paroles

Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy
This year could be my last

I'm a tail-finned road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere
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've owned me
So have no fear
C'mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here

I'm a tail-finned road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere
Rusty old American dream Just don't let me die here alone
Just jump me some juice to my batt'ry
Give that old starter a spin
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carburetor
And roar into life once again

I'm a tail-finned 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