Spirit Of America

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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

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

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

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