Rusty Old American Dream Songtext
von David Wilcox

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-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere
A 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 owned me
Sso have no fear
C′mon, boy, put your money down
And get me out of here

I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
And I′m for sale by the side of the road going nowhere
A rusty old American dream

This car needs
A young man to own him
One who will
Polish the chrome

I will give you
The rest of my lifetime
But don't let me
Die here alone

Just jump me
Some juice to my battery
Give that old starter a spin
Hear me whir, sputter
Backfire through the carberator
And roar into life once again


I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
You can polish my chrome so clean
We can fly off into the sunset together
A rusty old American dream
Still runnin′
A rusty old American dream