Tom: D
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.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse]
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.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse]
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 to the carburetor
F#m B E
and roar into life once again.
[Chorus]
E A
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
B E
From the days of cheap gasoline.
E A C#m
For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.
F#m B E
Rusty old American dream.
C#m F#m B E
Still runnin', rusty old American dream.
