G C G
Well, I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been,
D
But I'm weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin.
G C G
And this year's state inspection I just barely passed
G
Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,
D G
This year could be my last.
Am7 G/B C G D G
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
Am7 G/B C G D/F# Em
I'm for sale by the side of the road goin' nowhere,
C D G
A rusty old American dream.
G C G
I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958,
D
Spent three days in the showroom, that's all I had to wait.
G C G
I've been good to all who owned me, so have no fear;
D G
C'mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here!
Am7 G/B C G D G
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
Am7 G/B C G D/F# Em
I'm for sale by the side of the road goin' nowhere,
C D G
A rusty old American dream.
G C
This car needs a young man to own him
G D7
One who will polish the chrome,
C G
I will give you the rest of my lifetime,
A7 D7
don't let me die here alone.
D A
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
A D
Give that old starter a spin,
D Bm A F#m
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carburetor,
D E A
And roar into life once again.
A A7 D A
I'm a tailfin road locomotive,
E A
You can polish my chrome so clean
A A7 D A F#m
We can fly off into the sunset together,
D E A
A rusty old American dream
F#m
Still a runnin',
D E A
Rusty Old American Dream
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