I just pulled on to the highway in my little foreign car
Well it?s raining and the road is really bad
I 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
verse 2
He closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor
He?s makin? ninety 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 books
verse 3
There?s a diesel on my tail a-making ninety miles an hour
My reflection in my mirror is mighty pale
I can hear St.Peter calling I can almost smell the flowers
Can this compact take the impact there?s a diesel on my tail
verse 4
Well I?m huffin? and puffin? and I?m trying to make the grade
And I wish I had some pedals on this cart
And I?m slippin? and a-slidin? and afraid to touch the brake
For the two of us could never stand the jar
Verse 5
Well I?m slippin? and a-slidin? trying to hold it on the road
And I tell you I just got to win this race
While I?m tremblin? and a-shakin? he is pouring on the coal
So close that I can steal his license plate