Pat Green - Rusty Old American Dream

      
 
 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.
 
        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.
 
 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.
 
        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.
 
 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.
 
        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.