Текст: Pat Green. Carry On. Rusty Old American Dream.

(David Wilcox)

I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been
But I'm weakened underneath me where my frame has rusted thin
And this here state inspection I just barely passed
Won't you drive me cross the country boy this year could be my last

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I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale on the side of the road going nowhere
Rusty old American dream

I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958
Spent two days on the show room, that's all I had to wait
I've been good to all who've owned me so have no fear
Come on boy put your money down and get me out of here

Chorus

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 started a spin
Hear me whir, sputter backfire through the carburetor
And roar into life once again

Chorus

I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale on the side of the road going nowhere
Rust old American dream

Still running
Rusty old American dream