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