| Barefoot in the cabin, 'cause she lost her shoes in mud
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| When tying on a tow rope and the heavens opened up
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| With the track all wet and slippery as a pork chop in the rain
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| She kicked the motor over, had another go again
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| Well, the old truck groaned and tried to move, but didn’t have a chance
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| Bogged down to the axles, so Toot’s dragged out the axe
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| Cut down some branches, to put underneath the tires
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| Set to work with spade in hands, ankle deep in mire
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| Hey, I’m tellin' you it’s true, the truckie was a lady
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| Everybody knew her, from Weipa to the Gulf
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| From Cains to Edward River, and all the Cape York stations
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| Toot’s the lady truckie, is a legend in the north, hey
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| The truckie was a lady and they say she loved the life
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| She helped him make ends meet, for she was mother and a wife
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| Her old flat top would battle, underneath it’s heavy load
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| Cotton forty-fours of fuel on tracks you wouldn’t call a road
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| Ah, but she’s a bloody character, you could hear the bush folks say
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| She laughed and joked at Weipa as she loaded up one day
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| Standing by the wheels and yawning, Toot’s ran out of luck
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| A crane went wild and crushed her up against her sturdy truck
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| I’m tellin' you it’s true, the truckie was a lady
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| Everybody knew her, from Weipa to the Gulf
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| From Cains to Edward River, and all the Cape York stations
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| Toot’s the lady truckie, is a legend in the north
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| I’m tellin' you it’s true, the lady was a truckie
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| Everybody knew her, from Weipa to the Gulf
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| From Cains to Edward River, and all the Cape York stations
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| Toot’s the lady truckie, is a legend in the north, hey |