Lyrics Foggy Mirrors - Slim Dusty, The Travelling Country Band

Foggy Mirrors

Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light a smoke
Then a few miles further on I find a place
Where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten wheels and check their loads
Before we start the last leg of this race
Yes this race to beat the traffic and this race to beat the scales
And this race to get unloaded early too
Seems our industry’s gone crazy time is all some care about
What I’d give for those old truckin' days we knew
And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by
Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past
An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear about
That this trip with wool from Winton is my last
Goin' home, headin' home
In both mirrors clearly dear one I can see your honest face
And our children’s cheery eyed at your side
Through the fog streaked mirrors clearly do I see your sunny smile
That’s my love known since you were first my bride
Though my eyes are laced with roadmaps and so many years have gone
Every detail of your features I can see
And these mirrors bring me mem’ries of the laughter of our kids
As you drove them to some depot to meet me
And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by
Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past
An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear about
That this trip with wool from Winton is my last
Goin' home, headin' home
And I’ve asked myself a thousand times when I’ve been on the track
Just why you’ve stuck to me through all these years
As I watched my mirrors blurred by fog I cannot clearly see
My tyres is it fog or is it tears?
And as my boggies hug the white line while the miles are flying by
These old mirrors told the story of the past
And in between the split shift changes to myself I’ve made this vow
That this trip with wool from Winton is my last
Goin' home, headin' home at last