Farrell 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 gra**, 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.