Rusty Old American Dream Pat Green [D]I don't look all that ragged for a[G]ll the time it's b[D]een, But I'm weakend underneath me where my fr[A]ame has rusted thin. And t[D]his here state inspection, I just b[G]arely p[D]assed. [D]Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy, This y[A]ear could be my l[D]ast. I'm a t[G]ail-fin road locomo[D]tive From the d[A]ays of cheap gasol[D]ine. For s[G]ale on the side of the r[D]oad, goin' no[Bm]where. [Em]Rusty old Am[A]erican dr[D]eam. [D]I rolled off (allcountrytabs.com)