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(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 SongtexteOn 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 Aus Songtexte Mania