| 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 |