Hear ’Em Go

That's Bob by the roar of his Maxidyne
And the beam of his big bull light
That Dave by the number of gears he don't drop
And Col in his long nose white
They're pushin' an' tryin' to make some miles
With their big double loads of freight
Like flour an' steel an' tractor parts
From Brisbane and interstate
The windows will rattle in the towns tonight
And the roads tax man may wait
The boss of the motel may curse and swear
At the noise that the truckies make
Hate the truckies for makin' the noise an' din
Which awakens him from his sleep
The road tax boy wants to watch his step
And the squatter best watch his sheep
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Six of Fitzy's rigs and an All-trans guy
There's Snow and old Air-way Don
With the Brambles flag which both now fly
They'll boil up a few miles on
Oh I remember the smell of transmission oils
And the Road Ranger whines in my ears
The chatter of quad box sticks I can feel
And the way that the R model steers
My sight is gone and I can't go on
At my job on the big road trains
But the blokes I knew are still jockeying through
Past my home on the western plains
I can lie at night in my restless bunk
And envisage the smoke from the stacks
As my mates roll by doin’ jobs like I
Use to do on the western track
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That's Bob by the roar of his Maxidyne
And the beam of his big bull light
That Dave by the number of gears he don't drop
And Col in his long nose white