I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been

I'm weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin

And this years state inspection I just barely passed

Won't you drive me cross the country boy this year could be my last



Chorus

And I'm a tail fin road locamotive

From the days of cheap gasoline

For sale on the side of the road goin' nowhere

A rusty old American dream



I rolled off of the line in Detroit back in 1968

Spent two days on the showroom thats 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 get me outta here



Chorus

And I'm a tail fin road locamotive

From the days of cheap gasoline

For sale on the side of the road goin' nowhere

A rusty old American dream



This car need a young man to own him

One who will polish the chrome

I'll give you the rest of my lifetime

Just don't let me die here alone



Just jump me some juice to my battery

And give that old starter a spin

Here me roar, a spuuter, back fire to the carbourator

And roar into life once again



Chorus

And I'm a tail fin road locamotive

From the days of cheap gasoline

For sale on the side of the road goin' nowhere

A rusty old American dream