David Wilcox - Rusty old american dream

^CWell, I don't look all that ragged for ^Fall the time it's ^Cbeen, But I'm weakened underneath me where my ^Gframe is rusted thin. And ^Cthis year's state inspection just ^Fbarely ^Cpassed

This ^Gyear could be my ^Clast.

I'm a ^Ftailfin road loco^Cmotive from the ^Gdays of cheap gaso^Cline, And I'm for ^Fsale by the side of the ^Croad going ^Amnowhere, A ^Frusty old ^GAmerican ^Cdream.

^CI rolled off the line in Detroit back in ^F1958^C, Spent three days in the showroom, that's ^Gall I had to wait. I've been ^Cgood to all who owned me, so ^Fhave no ^Cfear; C'mon, boy, put your money down and ^Gget me out of ^Chere!

I'm a ^Ftailfin road loco^Cmotive from the ^Gdays of cheap gaso^Cline, And I'm for ^Fsale by the side of the ^Croad going ^Amnowhere, A ^Frusty old ^GAmerican ^Cdream.

This ^Ccar needs a young man to own him One who will polish the ^Fchrome, I will ^Fgive you the rest of my ^Clifetime, But ^Amdon't let me die here ^Dalone.

Give that old starter a ^Gspin, Hear me whir, sputter, ^Dbackfire through the ^Bmcarberator, And ^Groar into ^Alife once ^Dagain.

I'm a ^Gtailfin road loco^Dmotive, You can ^Apolish my chrome so ^Dclean We can ^Gfly off into the ^Dsunset to^Bmgether, A ^Grusty old ^AAmerican ^Ddream Still a ^Bmrunnin', ^GRusty Old ^AAmerican ^DDream