Rusty Old American Dream Pat Green
[D]I don't look all that ragged for a[G]ll the time it's b[D]een,
But I'm weakend underneath me where my fr[A]ame has rusted thin.
And t[D]his here state inspection, I just b[G]arely p[D]assed.
[D]Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,
This y[A]ear could be my l[D]ast.
I'm a t[G]ail-fin road locomo[D]tive
From the d[A]ays of cheap gasol[D]ine.
For s[G]ale on the side of the r[D]oad, goin' no[Bm]where.
[Em]Rusty old Am[A]erican dr[D]eam.
[D]I rolled off the line of Detroit in [G]195[D]8.
Spent two days on the show room,
That's a[A]ll I had to wait.
I've been g[D]ood to all who've owned me, so h[G]ave no f[D]ear.
Come on, boy, put your money down
And g[A]et me outta h[D]ere.
I'm a t[G]ail-fin road locomo[D]tive
From the d[A]ays of cheap gasol[D]ine.
For s[G]ale on the side of the r[D]oad, goin' no[Bm]where.
[Em]Rusty old Am[A]erican dr[D]eam.
[D]This car needs a young man to own him,
One who will polish the ch[G]rome.
I'll give you the rest of my l[D]ifetime,
Em A *key changes*
But don't let me die here alone.
Just j[E]ump me some juice to my battery,
Give that old starter a s[A]pin.
E *STOP* C#m
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire to the carburetor
and r[F#m]oar into l[B]ife once a[E]gain.
I'm a t[E]ail-fin road locomo[A]tive
From the d[B]ays of cheap gasol[E]ine.
For s[E]ale on the side of the r[A]oad, goin' no[C#m]where.
[F#m]Rusty old Ame[B]rican dre[E]am.
Still r[C#m]unnin', r[F#m]usty old Ame[B]rican dr[E]eam.
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