| Flowers bloom on diesel fumes in my ol' family tree
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| I always knew that drivin' trucks would be my destiny
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| My oldest livin' memory stretches way back through the years
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| Sittin' on my mother’s knee while dad shifts through the gears
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| The company was second generation, built on sweat
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| Granddad he was six foot two and eight stone ringin' wet
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| A tough man, hard and honest, never lied they say
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| But the business started boomin' the day granddad passed away
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| Sydney, Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne, Canberra, Adelaide
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| Got a lovely wife with a lonely life and children heaven made
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| Running way behind and I can feel that shifting load
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| But I’m taking care of business just rolling down the road
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| Well dad and Uncle Charlie tried their best for many years
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| But taking care of business takes more than shifting gears
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| It broke my heart to watch those men livin' the shame
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| Of drivin' someone else’s rig with someone else’s name
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| Truckin' life’s my legacy
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| Though business ain’t the same
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| , I call her mine and she still wears my name
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| Gettin' closer every day with each and every run
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| Rememberin' Granddad’s words: «Boy, I started out with one.»
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| Looking down the long white lines reflecting back at me
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| Need to reach my destination, gotta stay awake to see
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| Wrestlin' with the memories, wrestlin' with the loads
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| Still takin' care of business, rolling down the road
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| (Hey!)
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| Sydney, Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne, Canberra, Adelaide
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| My mind goes back down the track
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| It never seems to fade
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| And I’m still shiftin' through the gears everywhere I go
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| Hey I’m takin' care of business, rolling down the road
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| (Hey!)
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| Hey I’m takin' care of business, rolling down the road |