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