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
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