Hear 'Em Go

That's Bob by the roar of his Maxodyne
And the beam of his big bull light
That's Dave by the number of gears he
Don't drop and call in his long nosed wife
They're pushing and trying to make some
Miles with their big double loads of freight
Like flour and steel and tractor parts from Brisbane and interstate
The windows will rattle in the towns
Tonight and the road tax man may wait
The boss of the motel may curse and
Swear at the noise that the truckies make
Hate the truckies for making the noise
And din which awakens him from his sleep
The road tax boy wants to watch his step
And the squatter best watch his sheep
Six of Fitzy's rigs and an old Trans guy
There's Snow and old Dare away 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 site is gone and I can't go on at my job on the big road trains
But the blokes I knew are still jogging
Through past my home on the western plains
I can lie at night in my restless bunk
And envisage the smoke from the stack
As my mates roll by doing jobs like I used to do on the western track
That's Bob by the roar of his Maxodyne
And the beam of his big bull light
That's Dave by the number of gears he
Don't drop and call in his long nosed wife