(This is Red Diesel)
Terry always puts red diesel in his tank
Rather be paid in cash or kind
Keeps his money in his pocket and never in a bank
Writes all his records in his mind
He's got a still in the back of a shed
He'll brew you up some vintage country wine
Just half a glsas could raise the dead
I like to think Terry is a friend of mine
I like to think Terry is a friend of mine
Never seen a car he could not mend
His yard is full of his machines
One night in the dark I didn't make the bend
And Terry was the first one on the scene
With hands as rough as a farm dogs paw
His fingers grip yours as tight as a wrench
Later in the bar said there ought to be a law
Keeping out the yuppies and the grockles (and the French)
Terry will hold the line
Terry would never run
In uniform he's a hero
On the terraces he's scum
Six years in the army five months in jail
Four years on the road driving bands
Says he sang a folk song once but he didn't inhale
And what do townies know about living on the land
That's why he always puts red diesel in his tank
And he'd rather be paid in cash and kind
Keeps his money in his pocken never in a bank
I like to think Terry is a friend of mine
We all like to think Terry is a friend
I like to think Terry is a friend