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Rusty Old American Dream

Tom: D

Introdução:

D                                                                                      G                                            D  
I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been,
                                                                                                             A  
But I'm weakend underneath me where my frame has rusted thin.
             D                                                                                         G              D  
And this here state inspection, I just barely passed.
D  
Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy,
                A                                         D  
This year could be my last.
                  G                                              D  
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
                          A                                            D  
From the days of cheap gasoline.
             G                                                            D                              Bm  
For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.
Em                         A                    D  
Rusty old American dream.
D                                                                                            G    D  
I rolled off the line of Detroit in 1958.
Spent two days on the show room,
                     A  
That's all I had to wait.
                             D                                                                                 G                 D  
I've been good to all who've owned me, so have no fear.
Come on, boy, put your money down
             A                              D  
And get me outta here.
                  G                                              D  
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
                          A                                            D  
From the days of cheap gasoline.
             G                                                            D                              Bm  
For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.
Em                         A                    D  
Rusty old American dream.
D  
This car needs a young man to own him,
                                                                     G  
One who will polish the chrome.
                                                                                D  
I'll give you the rest of my lifetime,
             Em                                                      A             *key changes *
                E  
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
                                                                  A  
Give that old starter a spin.
                                                                E                                     C#m  
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire to the carburetor
             F#m                 B                      E  
and roar into life once again.
                  E                                              A  
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
                          B                                            E  
From the days of cheap gasoline.
             E                                                            A                              C#m  
For sale on the side of the road, goin' nowhere.
F#m                         B                    E  
Rusty old American dream.
                  C#m              F#m                      B                 E  
Still runnin', rusty old American dream.