| My Dad drove a rig on the northcoast run,
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| and we’d go along for a ride, me and mum,
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| but most of the time we were home just awaitn' for dad.
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| He’d pull in the yard, make the engine roar,
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| blast the horn as he slammed the door,
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| and we’d hear that old country music turned up loud.
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| When he first heard the song about lights on the hill,
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| he played it non stop and he loved it still,
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| he told me it happens on the highway all of the time.
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| He said if ever i run into the old S. D,
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| I’m gunna tell him a few things that’s happened to me,
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| cause there might be song in this old life of mine!
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| So i thought id drop a line, to tell your dad,
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| about all the tapes and records he had,
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| cause he wont be around anymore to meet the old S. D…
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| When they pulled him from the wreck by the river side,
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| Lights on the hill was playin' when he died,
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| that song was the one that he heard the last.
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| You would never believe it could happen to you,
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| but thats the one time it really came true,
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| and lights on the hill,
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| was one truckies epitaph,
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| oh yes and lights on the hill,
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| was one truckies epitaph… |