One Last Tank

If you must go back to Detroit

Pack an M1

There's no place like home grown

This continental trip isn't done

Blood water over Hoover Dam

They died to make the desert bloom

Blackjack was no Western hero

You can sleep it off in Daisy's room

One last tank

For the American dream

One last tank

For the American dream

John and Chubby's got wound up

Saw Ellie's camera rolling on

On his Spirit Road he found us out

Leaving Trinidad with the dawn

No more hippies on the deadly highway

Cans of Pepsi gone to rust

Judy looking out for rainbows

For a once and future full of dust

One last tank

For the American dream

One last tank

For the American dream

Tornita had one lonely surfer

Only sidewalks and greenfield left here

We're asking this old car to change too

In died cities she cried no tears

Johnny Magic got us wound up

To Wichita one tank more

To Wichita where we wound up

Slinking one died dinosaur

One last tank

For the American dream

One last tank

For the American dream

One last tank

For the American dream

One last tank

For the American dream