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She comes down
(The) Spaulding Turnpike

On a dark, flat ramp she strides

Rolls a Goodyear she named Wild-Tire
Rubber whirlin' by her side

On a cold New Hampshire night


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Oh they say
She died one winter

When she hit a huge pothole

And the Goodyear she named Wild-Tire
Busted off and rolled

In a blizzard's freezing cold

She ran calling WILD-TIRE!
She ran calling WILD-TIRE!
She ran calling WI-I-I-I,I-I-I-I,I,ILD-TIRE!


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By the side of the road I waited
But there nev-er came a tow

There's been a white-out poundin' my car windows now
With mixed ice, sleet, and snow

She's coming for me, I know

And on Wild-Tires we're both gonna go!

We'll be riding WILD-TIRES!
We'll be riding WILD-TIRES!
We'll be riding WI-I-I-I,I-I-I-I,I,ILD-TIRES (On WILD-TIRES --- )

( --- we're gonna ride!)

(We're gonna leeee-eeeeave plow-trucks in the sand!) (WILD-TIRES!)

(Scare these state cops, right on outta their minds --- )

( --- riding WI-I-I-I,I-I-I-I,I,ILD-TIRES!) (WILD-TIRES!)


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