David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
This song is written from the perspective of a vintage 1958 car. It’s old and ragged, but it, like the man it sings to in the car, long to ride out across America and find adventure.
This song is about a soul that needs to run free, but is trapped in a rusted, decaying body. It’s as much about free...
[Verse 1]
Well, 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 year's state inspection I just barely passed
Won't you drive me cross the country, boy?
This year could be my last
[Chorus]
I'm a tailfin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
And I'm for sale by the side of the road, goin' nowhere
A rusty old American dream
[Verse 2]
I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958
Spent three days in the showroom, that's all I had to wait
I've been good to all who owned me, so have no fear
Come on, boy, put your money down, and get me outta here
[Chorus]
I'm a tailfin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
And I'm for sale by the side of the road, goin' nowhere
A rusty old American dream
[Bridge]
Now 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
[Verse 3]
You just jump me some juice to my batt'ry
Give that old starter a spin
Hear me whirr, sputter, backfire through the carburetor
And roar into life once again
[Chorus]
I am a tailfin road locomotive
You can polish my chrome so clean
We can fly off into the sunset together
A rusty old American dream, still runnin'
A rusty old American dream