Mama Hated Diesels

Remember hearing those semis gearing down,
For me and Mumma, we lived right on the high grade into town,
And I sure loved those white freighter lights, but there was something in
my
Mumma’s eyes,
When she’d catch me looking at them, why a little bit of her died.
Mumma hated diesels so bad,
I guess I knew it had something to do with Dad,
The first time I saw her cry, was when one of those things went by,
Mumma hated diesels so bad.
Now the years rolled along, they weren’t kind to my poor Mum,
I didn’t spend much time at home, I was busy having fun,
Then one day the county sherrif came and told me they had found,
A body by the side of the road, she’d been flagging diesels down.
Now it’s just d the local preacher, standing in the grave yard grass,
He said he found this stuck in my s hand, it was a faded photograph,
I looked down at the picture, it was my Mumma and some guy,
Standing in front of a semi truck, «Just Married» written on the side.