I just pulled onto the highway in my little foreign car

Well it's rainin' and the road is really bad

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

I got a feeling that I might have made him mad



There's a diesel on my tail a making ninety miles an hour

And 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



Well he closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor

He's makin' ninety in that big ole diesel truck

Hear the names he's callin' me above the engine's roar

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



There's a diesel on my tail...



Well I'm huffin' and a 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 doodle bug could never stand the jar



There's a diesel on my tail...



Well I'm slippin' and a slidin' tryin' to hold it in the road

And I tell you I just got to win this race

While I'm tremblin' and a shakin' he's a pourin' on the coal

So close that I can steal his licence plate



There's a diesel on my tail...