Written by J. Fagan/Jim Fagan
verse 1 D I just pulled on to the highway in my little foreign car D A D Well it’s raining and the road is really bad D I never saw that big old diesel but I heard him hit the air D A D I’ve got a feeling that I might have made him mad verse 2 D He closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor D A D He’s makin’ ninety in that big old diesel truck D I can hear the names he’s calling me above the engine’s roar D A D And the words won’t be found in Webster’s books verse 3 D G There’s a diesel on my tail a-making ninety miles an hour G D A My reflection in my mirror is mighty pale A D G D I can hear St.Peter calling I can almost smell the flowers D A D Can this compact take the impact there’s a diesel on my tail verse 4 D Well I’m huffin’ and puffin’ and I’m trying to make the grade D A D And I wish I had some pedals on this cart D And I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ and afraid to touch the brake D A D For the two of us could never stand the jar Verse 5 D Well I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ trying to hold it on the road D A D And I tell you I just got to win this race D While I’m tremblin’ and a-shakin’ he is pouring on the coal D A D So close that I can steal his license plate
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