| Billy was a friend of mine, we drove the midnight run
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| And on the planes outside of hay we’d race our rigs for fun
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| Just before the borderline, a girl’s voice filled the air
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| Calling on the CV, Billy knew girls everywhere
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| Now this one he called Sally, she ran a pub somewhere
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| She knew the codes and all the roads that led away from there
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| When the scalies stopped to drink she’d find out where they’d been
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| And radioed their whereabouts to Billy and our team
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| Yes, there’s the girl on the radio, she’s using Channel 8
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| Calling out to Billy when to move and when to wait
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| He wouldn’t tell us where she was 'cause that would blow the game
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| Where Sally’s on the air he’d call «The Pub Without a Name»
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| Billy lost some points for driving hours in excess
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| The RTA was after him, he was hounded more or less
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| Still, he kept on driving late, I guess that’s all he know
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| I saw him roar up, laugh, and say, «And Sal will guide me through»
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| That night he struck a thunderstorm, his radio went out
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| He took the long way round in case the scalies were about
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| The night was dark and raining, it was such a rotten bend
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| Where Billy missed the turn-off and jack-dived to his end
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| Well, there’s the girl on the radio, she’s using Channel 8
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| Calling out to Billy trying to find out why he’s late
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| He wouldn’t tell us where she was 'cause that would blow the game
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| But I pictured Sally waiting at the Pub Without a Name
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| I gave a bloke a ride that night, I couldn’t see his face
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| He seemed to be familiar like I knew him from some place
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| He asked me if I knew the pub in the town just further on
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| But when I turned to answer him, my passenger was gone
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| I stopped the truck, I searched the roads, hoped he didn’t fall
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| But everything was still like there’d been no one there at all
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| I headed for the town he said and found that one hotel
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| And there behind the bar was a girl they all called Sal
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| Yeah, she’s the girl on the radio, she’s using Channel 8
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| Calling out to Billy when to move and when to wait
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| I’d like to tell you where she is but that would blow the game
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| 'Cause Sally, she still operates the Pub Without a Name
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| Yes, the Pub Without a Name, my friend, is somewhere that I’ve been
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| And if the scalies ask you say it’s just a trucker’s dream
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| I’d like to tell you where she is but that would blow the game
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| 'Cause Sally, she still operates the Pub Without a Name
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| Yeah Sally, she’s still on the air at the Pub Without a Name |