Spirit of America

Spirit of America

Spirit of America



The Bonneville salt flats had seen some strange things

But the strangest thing yet was a jet without wings

Once as a jet it played in the stars

But now on the ground it's the king of our cars



Spirit of America



An airplane an auto now famous worldwide

The Spirit of America, the name on the side

The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name

A daring young man played a dangerous game



Spirit of America



With a J-47, a jet for his power

Craig Breedlove had averaged four-o-seven per hour

Both man and machine had given fair warn

They'd set a new record on that warm August morn.



Spirit of America