Recycled Ringer

Got a pretty big load on a bitumen road
And the needle's on a hundred and ten
Got a big mob of wheels and a whole lot of steel
Rolling 'cross the Top End
Rolling 'cross the Top End
In a supercharged computerised Benz
I used to ride over this track as a drover
But I'm not gonna do it again
No, I'm not gonna do it again

Got the cool air a-blowing and the CD a-going
And the cooler full of lemonade too
Not like it was when we walked the big mops
Way the hell down the Barcoo
Way the hell down the Barcoo
Had the rot and the sandy blight too
Weevils in the flour and the cook getting sour
Way the hell down the Barcoo
Hey, a-way the hell down the Barcoo, that's right

Now my old ring of mates were shown the bush gate
When choppers and bikes came along
The hobbles and bells rung out the death knell
An old way of life dead and gone
Oh, an old way of life dead and gone
But a man's gotta keep moving on
So they recycled me, made a truckie out of me
Now I gotta keep a-moving on
Hey, I gotta keep this rig rolling on

Got a pretty big load on a bitumen road
And the needle's on a hundred and ten
Got a big mob of wheels and a whole lot of steel
Rolling 'cross the Top End
Hey, rolling 'cross the Top End, yeah