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