Diesel On My Tail

I just pulled on to the highway in my little foreign car

Well, it's raining, and the road is really bad

Never saw that big old diesel, but I heard him hit the air

I've got a feeling that I might have made him mad

He closed the gap between us, pushed the pedal on the floor

He's makin' 90 in that big old diesel truck

I can hear the names he's calling me above the engine's roar

And the words won't be found in Webster's book

There's a diesel on my tail, a-making 90 miles an hour

My reflection in my mirror is mighty pale

I can hear Saint Peter calling, I can almost smell the flowers

Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail

Well, I'm huffin' and puffin', as I try to make the grade

And I wish I had some pedals on this car

Then I'm slippin' and a-slidin' and afraid to touch the brake

For this doodlebug could never stand the jar

There's a diesel on my tail, a-making 90 miles an hour

My reflection in my mirror is mighty pale

I can hear Saint Peter calling, I can almost smell the flowers

Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail

Well, I'm slippin' and a-slidin' trying to hold it in the road

And I'll tell you, I just got to win this race

While I'm tremblin' and a-shakin', he's a-pouring on the coal

So close that I can steal his license plate

There's a diesel on my tail, a-making 90 miles an hour

My reflection in my mirror is mighty pale

I can hear Saint Peter calling, I can almost smell the flowers

Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail

Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail