Spirit Of America (From `Little Deuce Coupe`)

Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America The Bonneville salt flats had seen some strange things But the strangest thing yet was a jet without wings Once as a jet it played in the stars But now on the ground it's the king of our cars Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America An airplane an auto now famous worldwide The Spirit of America, the name on the side The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name A daring young man played a dangerous game Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America With a J-47, a jet for his power Craig Breedlove had averaged four-o-seven per hour Both man and machine had given fair warn They'd set a new record on that warm August morn. Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America