Rusty Old American Dream

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 locomotive A 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 down A D And get me outta here. G D I'm that tail-fin road locomotive A D You can polish my chrome so clean. G D Bm We can fly off into the sunset together. 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 through the carburetor F#m B E and roar into life once again. E A I'm that tail-fin road locomotive B E You can polish my chrome so clean. E A C#m We can fly off into the sunset together. F#m B E Rusty old American dream. C#m F#m B E Still runnin', rusty old American dream.