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.