| A truckies reputation,
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| Is anything but good,
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| But we’d never see you stranded,
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| We’d do the best we could,
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| Yeah we push 'em through the cities,
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| From coast to coast and back,
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| We drive the mighty semi’s
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| The Volvo and the Mack.
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| Oh it may not be the brightest one,
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| This job we have to do,
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| But still there must be someone,
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| To get the semi’s through,
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| Here we take them through the country,
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| We push 'em constantly,
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| We drive the mighty semi’s,
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| The Merc and BMC.
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| Oh the miles are long and many,
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| And the comforts short and few,
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| But the wheels are kept a-rollin',
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| To get the cargo through,
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| Oh we shove 'em o’er the desert,
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| We do the best we can,
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| We drive the mighty semi’s,
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| The Leyland and the Man.
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| The thankless miles are many,
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| That we steep behind the wheel,
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| But a cap nap in the cabin,
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| Will straighten out the keal,
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| Oh we push 'em on regardless,
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| We roll 'em day and night,
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| We drive the mighty semi’s,
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| The Transtar and the White.
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| Instrumental
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| Oh the purring of the Jimmies
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| Three hundred horses strong,
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| Makes the mighty Kenworth,
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| Move the load along,
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| Oh we push 'em 'cross the country,
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| To get from here to there,
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| With the boys that drive the semi’s,
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| From here to «lord knows where».
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| The heavy rig beneath us,
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| We handle, no mistake,
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| No matter what condition,
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| No matter what the make,
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| Hey we tail them through the hardships,
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| And every western track,
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| We’re the boys that drive the semi’s,
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| From here to there and back. |