| Men and women of the highways
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| And the byways of this land
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| Your lives were spent on one more load to haul
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| But whenever we remember you
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| You’ll never really die
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| Even though we see your names upon the wall
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| You were husbands, you were fathers
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| You were all some mothers' sons
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| As you drove the mighty semis one and all
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| But the highway takes its vengeance
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| And the miles they take their toll
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| And now you all the names upon the wall
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| Men and women of the highways
|
| And the byways of this land
|
| Your lives were spent on one more load to haul
|
| But whenever we remember you
|
| You’ll never really die
|
| Even though we see your names upon the wall
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| Upon the wall you’re honored
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| By the truckies of the land
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| When we gather at the truck memorial
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| At Tarcutta every year we stand
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| And bow our heads and pray
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| Remembering the mates no longer here
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| Men and women of the highways
|
| And the byways of this land
|
| Your lives were spent on one more load to haul
|
| But whenever we remember you
|
| You’ll never really die
|
| Even though we see your names upon the wall
|
| Men and women of the highways
|
| And the byways of this land
|
| Your lives were spent on one more load to haul
|
| But whenever we remember you
|
| You’ll never really die
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| Even though we see your names upon the wall
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| Hmmm |