TRUCKING

When I look around me I know that I'm lucky

Because when 'HE' made me he created a truckie

We are like old pioneers who went out on a 'hoss'

When we go out of the gate we're our own bloody boss

We don't get a hooter when it's time for our tea

Nor do we get relief on the line just to go for a wee

We just pull up on the road when we feel like a leek

Even though ladies say 'Gee that bums got a cheek'

With a dirty blue vest we sometimes look scruffy

But we chat to them all, we're not stuck-up or stuffy

Kicking twenty-two tyres,checking the wheel nuts are tight

Give a curse in the rain and say 'She'll be right'

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The C.B. stays on just to talk to our friends

As we fight with the wheel on the left and right bends

And with some of the roads we have a hell of a time

Just to keep on the road in a bloody straight line

And at the end of the day we down a beer with some pride

All those miles without 'prangs' and a bumpy old ride

And as we lay in our bed with our feet on the pedals

Really proud of our job,and we don't want any medals