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


      F                C               G                 C 
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline, 
            F                       C          Am 
And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere, 
  F         G        C 
A rusty old American dream. 


C                                        F   C 
I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958, 
                                         G 
Spent three days in the showroom, that's all I had to wait. 
          C                            F       C 
I've been good to all who owned me, so have no fear; 
                                    G             C 
C'mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here! 


      F                C               G                 C 
I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline, 
            F                       C          Am 
And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere, 
  F         G        C 
A rusty old American dream. 


     C                      
This car needs a young man to own him 
                        F 
One who will polish the chrome, 
       F                       C 
I will give you the rest of my lifetime, 
    Am                    D 
But don't let me die here alone. 

Just jump me some juice to my battery, 
                        G 
Give that old starter a spin, 
                       D                    Bm 
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carberator, 
    G         A         D 
And roar into life once again. 


      G                D 
I'm a tailfin road locomotive, 
        A                   D 
You can polish my chrome so clean 
       G                D        Bm 
We can fly off into the sunset together, 
  G         A        D 
A rusty old American dream 
        Bm 
Still a runnin',  
G         A        D 
Rusty Old American Dream