Trucks Tarps and Trailers

I leaned against the bullbar, gave the lights a rub

Next week another driver will guide you through the scrub

My final run just ended, way down I feel the blow

Trucks and tarps and trailers, the only life I know

Next week I'll get the pension, that won't compensate

That feeling of contentment when the trucks all congregate

Oh, I'll miss the miles of freedom and all the transport crews

Trucks and tarps and trailers bring old memories new

The road your tyres rejected, I cursed to let off steam

Now suddenly looks a highway, oh they do when truckies dream

And I'll miss the roadside breather, truckies meal and smoke

The good old outback welcome by friendly station folk

Between bullbar and bogies great power pulses through

From a Cummins diesel motor, black smoke fades in the blue

That spacious big old cabin and dials that told me most

Trucks and tarps and trailers will haunt me like a ghost

Reflecting on those long runs way out near sundown's door

Becomes for me a milestone as I know there'll be no more

But I'll find it tough adjusting, old habits hard to shake

But roll on trucks and trailers for our reputation's sake

Yes, she's all yours now young fella, shake hands and best of luck

There's trucks and trailers equal but none surpass this truck

And you'll learn her moods and fancies hauling outback freight

Today I've learned the feeling what it's like to lose a mate