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