New Riders of the Purple Sage - Diesel on my tail

^DI just pulled on to the highway in my little foreign car ^DWell it’s raining and the road is ^Areally ^Dbad ^DI never saw that big old diesel but I heard him hit the air ^DI’ve got a feeling that I might have ^Amade him ^Dmad

^DHe closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor ^DHe’s makin’ ninety in that big old ^Adiesel ^Dtruck ^DI can hear the names he’s calling me above the engine’s roar ^DAnd the words won’t be found in ^AWebster’s ^Dbooks

^DThere’s a ^Gdiesel on my tail a-making ninety miles an hour ^GMy ^Dreflection in my mirror is mighty ^Apale ^AI can ^Dhear St.Peter calling I can ^Galmost smell the ^Dflowers ^DCan this compact take the impact there’s a ^Adiesel on my ^Dtail

^DWell I’m huffin’ and puffin’ and I’m trying to make the grade ^DAnd I wish I had some ^Apedals on this ^Dcart ^DAnd I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ and afraid to touch the brake ^DFor the two of us could ^Anever stand the ^Djar

^DWell I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ trying to hold it on the road ^DAnd I tell you I just ^Agot to win this ^Drace ^DWhile I’m tremblin’ and a-shakin’ he is pouring on the coal ^DSo close that I can ^Asteal his license ^Dplate