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I don'Dt look all that ragged for all theG time it's been, D
But I'm weakend underneath me where my frAame has rusted thin.
And tDhis here state inspection, I just bGarely pDassed.
DWon't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,
This yAear could be my lDast.
I'm a tGail-fin road locomoDtive
From the dAays of cheap gasolDine.
For sGale on the side of the rDoad, goin' noBmwhere.
EmRusty old AmAerican drDeam.
DI rolled off the line of Detroit in G195D8.
Spent two days on the show room,
That's aAll I had to wait.
I've been gDood to all who've owned me, so hGave no fDear.
Come on, boy, put your money down
And gAet me outta hDere.
I'm thaGt tail-fin road locDomotive
You can poAlish my chrome so Dclean.
We can Gfly off into the sDunset togBmether.
EmRusty old AmAerican drDeam.
DThis car needs a young man to own him,
One who will polish the chGrome.
I'll give you the rest of my lDifetime,
But dEmon't let me die here alAone.
Just jEump me some juice to my battery,
Give that old starter a sApin.
Hear me whir, sputter, bEackfire through the C#mcarburetor
and rF#moar into lBife once aEgain.
I'm thaEt tail-fin road locAomotive
You can poBlish my chrome so Eclean.
We can Efly off into the Asunset C#mtogether.
F#mRusty old AmeBrican dreEam.
Still rC#munnin', rF#musty old AmeBrican drEeam.
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