Two flat front tires on the Country Squire, nothing ever looked so bad
'Cept the steel belts slappin' the fenders and throwin' the sparks right up to the dash
When the tires were gone we thought we had it made, 10 miles left to go if that
A thousand dollar car and 3 years of payments, well, Bucky took that car back
And I dreamt of the day that I might leave
The lights of that little town
But they never looked so good as the night
That Bucky's car broke down
Two steel rims hug a wet gravel road like a baby in its mother?s arms