| The spreads up north are pretty big and the western runs are wide
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| But the brand of the mob with the largest patch, covers the country side
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| Up the eastern coast an' the far north run Castlemaine to Pacific sea
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| There’s a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T
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| Haulin' for the Double T, that’s haulin' for the Double T
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| There’s a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T. Hey!
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| Sheep, spuds for Roma, general freight, containers for Geelong
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| The Kenny’s howlin' when changin' down the Kirra Ousley run
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| The Louie Hills are here and gone an' Adelaide by dawn
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| Palette up and fuelled the log book rules, next stop Highway One. |
| Hey!
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| Haulin' for the Double T, that’s haulin' for the Double T
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| There’s a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T
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| Instrumental
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| Like that fool on the lonely mule and the golden nuggets roar
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| Thompson’s Transport truck on down an' Shepparton by four
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| Here’s health to the men from Thomo’s mob and keep that fun ole tree
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| Run to the lad who’ll follow his dad haulin' for the Double T
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| Haulin' for the Double T, that’s haulin' for the Double T
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| There’s a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T
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| (Let's sing chaps)
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| Haulin' for the Double T, that’s haulin' for the Double T
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| There’s a red and white of Thompson’s rig haulin' for the Double T
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| Haulin' for the Double T |