Diesel On My Tail

Lyrics: J Fagan
Music: J Fagan

Played by the New Riders of the Purple Sage in the late 1970s.

I just pulled out on the highway in my little foreign car
It was raining and the road was mighty bad
I didn't see that big old diesel but I heard him hit the air
I've a feeling that I might have made him mad

He closed tha gap between us, pushed his pedal to the floor
Making 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 book

Chorus
There's a diesel on my tail making ninety miles an hour
My reflection in my mirror's mighty pale
I can hear Saint Peter calling, I can almost smell the flowers
Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail

I'm huffing and a-puffing and I'm trying to make the grade
And I wish I had some pedals on this car
And I'm slipping and a-sliding and afraid to touch the brakes
For this doodle bug could never stand the jar

[chorus]

I'm a-slipping and a-sliding, trying to hold it on the road
And I can tell you I just got to win this race
While I'm trembling and a-shaking, he's blowing on his horn
So close that I could steal his licence plate

[chorus]
Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail
Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail