She kicks up clouds of country roadway dust
Her squeaks and rattles speak to travels past
And what was shiny now has turned to rust

Twenty years ago we found out just
How she could roar we thrilled to feel how fast
She kicks up clouds of country roadway dust

The engine used to be loud and mean.
But now she stalls—with every backfire blast
She kicks up clouds of country roadway dust

A fate like this is undeserved, unjust,
For one whose reputation’s unsurpassed
And what was shiny now has turned to rust

The only movement now, a passing gust
She kicks up clouds of country roadway dust.
And what was shiny now has turned to rust.