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Hot dusty morning sun
Engine oil and grease gun
Crankshaft turns diesel pressurised
Let's make money money money
Under big blue southern skies
Unload auger goes out hard
A trough of smoke and the chaser flies
They do a dance to the head of the land and
Then he whips it round in a cloud of dust
And fills it up again
And another dusty road train down the track
With a great big load of next year on its back
Driver talks to children on the phone
"Yeah I miss you dad
Dad when you coming home?"
Weather man he forecasts rain
So the race is on to shift some grain
Weary eyes turn to the west
Those old weary eyes
They're put to the test
And another dusty road train down the track
With a great big load of next year on its back
Driver talks to children on the phone
"Yeah I miss you dad
Dad when you coming home?"
If my blue-eyed boy becomes a cocky
That won't worry me he'll be fit and stocky
You know one of these days the world might realise
That you can't eat stocks and shares
No, you can't eat stocks and shares
And another dusty road train down the track
With a great big load of next year on its back
Driver talks to children on the phone
"Yeah I miss you dad
Dad when you coming home?"
Yeah I miss you son
Take good care of your mum