Hear 'Em Go - Slim Dusty

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

Instrumental

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

Instrumental

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