I just pulled onto the highway in my little foreign car
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Well it's rainin' and the road is really bad
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Never saw that big ole diesel but I heard him hit the air
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I got a feeling that I might have made him mad
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There's a diesel on my tail a making ninety miles an hour
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And my reflection in my mirror is mighty pale
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I can hear St Peter calling I can almost smell the flowers
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Can this compact take the impact there's a diesel on my tail
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Well he closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor
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He's makin' ninety in that big ole diesel truck
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Hear the names he's callin' me above the engine's roar
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And the words won't be found in Webster's book
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There's a diesel on my tail...
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Well I'm huffin' and a puffin' as I try to make the grade
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And I wish I had some pedals on this car
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Then I'm slippin' and a slidin' and afraid to touch the brake
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For this doodle bug could never stand the jar
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There's a diesel on my tail...
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Well I'm slippin' and a slidin' tryin' to hold it in the road
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And I tell you I just got to win this race
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While I'm tremblin' and a shakin' he's a pourin' on the coal
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So close that I can steal his licence plate
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There's a diesel on my tail...
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Diesel On My Tail
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| Del Reeves |
