Trucks Tarps And Trailers - Slim Dusty

I leaned against the bullbar, and 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, but that wont compensate

That feeling of contentent, when the trucks all congregate

Oh I’ll miss the miles of freedom, and all the transport crew

Trucks and tarps and trailers, bring old memories new

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

Now suddenly looks a highway, oh they do in truckies dreams

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

Good old outback welcomes, from friendly station folk.

Instrumental

Between bullbar and bogeys, their power pulses through

From a Cummins diesel motor, black smoke fades to blue

That big old spacious cabin, and dials that told me most

Trucks and tarps and trailers, haunt me like a ghost

Reflecting on those long runs, out near sundowns door

Becomes for me a milestone, for I know there’ll be no more

But I’ll find it hard adjustin', old habits hard to shake

Trucks and tarps and trailers, for our reputations sake

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Yeah shes all yours now young feller, shake hands and wish you luck

Theres trucks and trailers equal, but none surpass this truck

And you’ll learn her moods and fancies, hauling out back freight

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