verse 1 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