| Well it must-a been 'round 4.30 in the mornin,
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| The first sight of dawn creepin' over the horizon,
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| Fifteen minutes from a Billinugel breakfast,
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| I was rolling down highway one.
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| And ya know what it’s like
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| Up around the Northern rivers
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| Those windin' roads just give me the shivers,
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| And to top it all up there’s been a few points of rain.
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| Well I’ve been stuck in low gear for what seems like forever
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| Climbin' up a steep hill with my diesel a-runnin'
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| But the big ol' white was a fuel delight,
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| And the best rig doin' the rounds,
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| But you know what it’s like when you’re tired an' you’re hungry,
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| Everything that you do, well you do it in a hurry,
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| Well I got to the top an' I thought I’d just let her roll down.
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| Hey!
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| It was a good long stretch of downhill runnin',
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| An' as far as I could see, there was nobody comin',
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| So I let her have her head a little bit longer,
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| An' she took off like a melly bull.
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| Then my mind on a meal an' my hands on the wheel,
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| Then my eyes started seeing things that couldn’t be real,
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| And the roadside posts started turnin' into six foot logs,
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| (You know what time it is then mate.)
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| Time for a stop.
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| Well, I went for the brakes like a drunk for the bottle,
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| But my foot missed the mark an' it landed on the throttle,
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| And the diesel roared an' I prayed to the Lord
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| To the Lord «Won't you gi’me a break.»
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| Oh, I guess he wasn’t listen' or he just didn’t care,
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| Or maybe he was taken forty winks up there
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| Cause soon I was riding a 22 wheel roller skate,
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| Then the wheels left the road as far as I can remember,
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| I was roaring thru the bush like a shearer on a bender,
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| When the door opened up and who should get in?
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| But a big red kangaroo
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| He said, «G'day mate, what the hell ya think you’re doin?
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| Give us the wheel there, I’ll get ya thru it.»
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| Then he crashed thru the gears an' we missed another big ole dump,
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| Oh yeah!
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| Well a round-a-bout here it kinda gets in a muddle,
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| Though I seem to recall giving a koala a cuddle an' a possum on the lap,
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| An' a white cockatoo screamin', «Give her a go, ya mug.»
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| Then when I awoke it was no damn joke,
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| I was alone in the cab except for blokes of Billinugel,
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| Starin' in the window and sayin', «Are you alright mate?»
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| I said, «Fellas give us a big mug of black coffee,
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| A Billinugel special burger with the works,
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| Because u know fellas, ya never gonna believe this.»
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| Well it must-a been 'round 4.30 in the mornin,
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| The first sight of dawn creepin' over the horizon,
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| Fifteen minutes from a Billinugel breakfast,
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| I was rollin' down highway one.
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| And ya know what it’s like
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| Up around the Northern rivers
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| Those windin' roads just give me the shivers,
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| And to top it all up there’s been a few points of rain. |