Trucks On The Track - Slim Dusty

Said the old working bullock to the draught horses mate

The yokes, chains and swingbars have gone out of date

Just look at the dust clouds and smoke trailing back

Where once we pulled wagons, there’s trucks on the track

Trucks on the track

There’s seldom a bush road that’s not felt the trail

Of some big prime mover that leave us for dead

Stiff shouldered and foot-sore our chains never slack

And our ticket for freedom, those trucks on the track

Those broad smiling faces of the gear pushing men

Is the trade mark of truckies that I recall when

The face of the teamster turned purple and black

With rage but he’d welcome these trucks on the track

The draught horse replied as he shook his old mane

Those days I’ve no yearning to see them again

Old whips made of green hide that stung ribs and back

Hang idle because of those trucks on the track

Trucks on the track

Instrumental

So just let us nibble this young tender grass

We’re both pensioned off and are silver and brass

Way back though the ages a man hunt his pack

Now they haul half the World those trucks on the track

So spray out the bull dust the trucks must get through

There’s someone out back mate 'pending on you

A yard of prime cattle, or a wool clip to stack

The kings of the road, those trucks on the track

Trucks on the track

So just let us nibble this young tender grass

We’re both pensioned off and are silver and brass

Way back though the ages a man hunt his pack

Now they haul half the World those trucks on the track

So spray out the bull dust the trucks must get through

There’s someone out back mate 'pending on you

A yard of prime cattle, or a wool clip to stack

The kings of the road, those trucks on the track