Billy started pushing diesels
Back in his twos and threes
That little yellow, Tonka dump truck
Was always under his momma's feet
His daddy drove an eighteen-wheeler
From Macon to Omaha
Every night around Billy's bedtime
He'd be waiting for his dad to call
Even at a tender age you could plainly see
He had a diesel destiny
Yeah, he did
While his friends were out playing baseball
He was tearing carburetors down
He could rebuild a Cummings engine
By the time high school rolled around
You should've seen the look
On his girlfriend's face
Standing there with her mom
When he pulled up in his daddy's Peterbilt
To pick her up for the senior prom
With the grease staining his tuxedo
You could clearly see
He had a diesel destiny
Shifting gears
With the whining of his cat
Midnight diner
With the chewing of the fat
He'll see every nook and cranny
From Boise to Miami
Red lining it from sea to shining sea
He's got a diesel destiny
Aw, jam them gears
Well, his friends went off to college
Billy went to working for his dad
Together they turned that one truck fleet
Into twenty in nothing flat
Now Billy sits in his VP office
With that little Tonka truck on his shelf
And if one of his drivers calls in sick
He'll take the run out himself
Out there on the highway
Where he can breathe
He's got a diesel destiny
Shifting gears
With the whining of his cat
Midnight diner
With the chewing of the fat
He'll see every nook and cranny
From Boise to Miami
Redlining it from sea to shining sea
He's got a diesel destiny
Oh, redlining it from sea to shining sea
He's got a diesel destiny
Aw, drive that thing, son