Mama Hated Diesels Chords

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[Verse 1]
[D]Mama hated diesels so bad I guess I
knew it was something to do with
Dad
The [G]first I ever seen her cry was after
[D]one of them things went [Bm]by
[D]Mama hated [G]diesel so [D]bad
I remember here,
those [G]semis year and [D]date
My mom and me,
we lived right on the [A]high
grade end of town I [G]sure liked
them white
Freightliners, but
But [D]there was something
in mama's eye
When she'd catch me
watchin' the road
Lord, a [A]little bitty piece of her [D]die
Mama hated diesel so bad
I guess I knew it was
somethin' to do with
Dad
The [G]first I ever seen her cry was after
[D]one of them things went [Bm]bad[D]
Mama hated [G]diesel so [D]bad
As the years passed and I grew old,
Mama did [G]too
Pretty [D]soon she stopped
singing and laughing
While she'd hardly even eaten
And I began staying away from
home [A]on the weekdays
I would come home from
school till way past [G]dark
I was too busy having some kind of fun,
either messing around [D]with some gal or hanging around
the local truck stop,
talking to my buddies about all the big rigs they're all the time
rolling in, and talking about all the crazy
[A]places we've never been, like
[D]California.
But one day the county sheriff come up to me,
he said they found my momma wan[G]dering
all by herself in the middle of
[D]the highway crying.
She was tryin' of all things,
Lord, to flag down one of them big old
rigs with a [A]pocket handkerchief
Well, that left me on my [G]own
I got a job [D]unloadin' [G]rigs down
at the local freight yard
[D]Pretty soon I had a rig of my own
And I left my hometown on
my very first run to
Frisco
Well, that was three years ago today
And I ain't been back [A]home
in all that time since then
Till now
Now it's [D]me and the local preacher
[G]Standin' in the graveyard [D]grass
Starin' down at the highway
Watch[A]in' those big boys pass
Well he [G]laid his hand upon me
And he [D]prayed for quite some time
That I could barely understand
the words he said
[A]Behind that highway [D]swine
Then he handed me a faded photograph
He said he [G]found it in my mama's [D]hand
He said, son,
I'm afraid that you in this picture
Was the [A]be st your mama ever had
Well, [G]I looked down at that picture,
it was
[D]Mama and some guy
Standin' in front of a semi -truck,
just [A]merry -painted on the [D]side
Mama hated diesel so bad
[A]I g[D]uess I knew it was
somethin' to do with
Dad
The [G]first I ever seen her cry
Was after [D]one of them
fangs went [Bm]by[D]
Mama hated [G]diesel so [D]bad
Mama, hated [G]diesels so bad
[D]