| Dogs and dust and diesel have been my mates for years
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| We’ve thumped the corrugations and moved a million gears
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| Seen a heap of country and met some decent folk
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| Departed and farewelled them with a wave of diesel smoke
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| We’ve lumbered heavy haulage and run some lively loads
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| Through spinifex and sandhills where the bends are pigeon toed
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| Hey, been pulled up by the coppers, with me that’s common mate
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| Always breakin' some infringement now they call me overweight
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| Hey, dogs and dust and diesel coupled up with oil and grease
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| Have bound me to the cabin with a lifetime verbal lease
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| The song of this old diesel ridin' home without a stop
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| Rides easy like the dog and gates all piggy backed on top
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| I’ve been bogged out in the donger, pulled down by suction mud
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| Where swampland bred mosquitoes drained a billy can of blood
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| Worn out a post hole shovel then put my mouth in gear
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| Pulled it back to neutral just in case the Lord should hear
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| Guitar Solo
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| I boil up by the roadway, as daylight slowly dims
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| And watch the bulldust pyramids tricklin' from the rims
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| Check the dog and diesel, Air hose and coupling rings
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| There’s a blowout on the bogey and the dog has broken springs
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| All through the outback country we find his rendezvous
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| A diesel patch a ring of oil and a sardine tin or two
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| Pull tops from the stubbies and a few more tell tale clues
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| Where loads and rolls of topics and general daily news
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| Guitar Solo
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| Yeah a truckies compensation is a freeway wide and black
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| The milepegs fly much faster than those a way outback
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| I’ll get dry cleaned and polished have a major service done
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| Throughout the truck returnin' to the dog and diesel run
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| Hey dogs and dust and diesel have been my mates for years
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| We’ve thumped the corrugations and moved a million gears
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| Seen a heap of country and met some decent folk
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| Departed and farewelled them with a wave of diesel smoke |