He’s banging on my bumper, but I won’t let him pass.
And the only hope I got right now is he’ll run out of gas.
If I’d a known her husband was the law, I’d never picked her up.
It’s me and her, that bear behind this big old diesel truck.
I got a beaver on my lap, and a bear on my tail.
She’s loving me to death, and he’s gaining I can tell.
I’m running like a rabbit, with a hound on its trail.
I got a beaver on my lap and a bear on my tail.
Yeah, he’s still back there. Looks like he’s slowing down. Oh he is slowing down darn it, he’s pulling off the road. All right, he done run out of gas. This old diesel truck done it again. Come on back over here honey.