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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 passed
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
Now this car needs a young man to own him
One who will polish the chrome
I will give you the rest of my lifetime
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