D G D I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been,A But I'm weakend underneath me where my frame has rusted thin.D G D And this here state inspection, I just barely passed.D Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,A D This year could be my last.G D I'm a tail-fin road locomotiveA D From the days of cheap gasoline.G D Bm For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.Em A D Rusty old American dream.D G D I rolled off the line of Detroit in 1958.Spent two days on the show room,A That's all I had to wait.D G D I've been good to all who've owned me, so have no fear. Come on, boy, put your money downA D And get me outta here.G D I'm a tail-fin road locomotiveA D From the days of cheap gasoline.G D Bm For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.Em A D Rusty old American dream.D This car needs a young man to own him,G One who will polish the chrome.D I'll give you the rest of my lifetime, Em A *key changes* But don't let me die here alone.E Just jump me some juice to my battery,A Give that old starter a spin. E *STOP* C#m Hear me whir, sputter, backfire to the carburetorF#m B E and roar into life once again.E A I'm a tail-fin road locomotiveB E From the days of cheap gasoline.E A C#m For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.F#m B E Rusty old American dream.C#m F#m B E Still runnin', rusty old American dream.
Rusty Old American Dream
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