Uncle Pete - Adam Brand

My uncle pete was a trucker

Riding that nullarbour plain

Ten split gears and an overdrive

Chrome stacks shooting out flames

He’d throw me up into the cab

My little hands would grip the wheel

I would dream about the day

I would drive that rig for real

Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world

Ten years old and ten feet tall, waving goodbye

To the girl next door

Rolling, rolling today i’m the king of the street

I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out

As i drive off with uncle pete

As i drive off with uncle pete

Heading west on highway one

My eyes glued to the road

The two-way always in my hand

«little buddy» that’s my code

We pull into micks for a pie and chips

Not a brussel sprout in sight

Some yarns to spin as we listen to slim

Then we drive into the night

If i had one wish i’d wanna be

If i had one wish i’d wanna be

If i had one wish i’d wanna be like my uncle pete