Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Truckin's In My Blood, artist - Slim Dusty. Album song Sittin' On 80, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: EMI Recorded Music Australia
Song language: English
Truckin's In My Blood |
Now for years I’ve pushed the semis through the fire and dust and mud. |
Now I’ve gotta keep’m rollin mate for truckin’s in my blood. |
Now it fairly tears me wide apart to hear your fellas cry |
when you have to leave the bitumen or your petrols running dry. |
And maybe walk a mile or two to find a can of juice |
or your chrome works gettin tarnished or your hub caps comin loose. |
I had a motor clapped at Cowan, and then got trapped at Bowen |
by the scalies at the road side with a 10 ton overload. |
I blew a tire at Scoresby, sank in the mire at Moresby |
when the big wet came in early and washed away the road. |
Then I rolled a mack at Lara, then I got the sack at Tara |
but trying to cross the moonie she was 10ft deep in flood |
I did a diff at Rockdale, got frozen stiff at Stockdale |
but I gotta keep’m rollin mate for truckin’s in my blood. |
Now for years I’ve pushed the semis through the fire and dust and mud |
Now I’ve gotta keep’m rollin mate ‘cause truckin’s in my blood. |
Now when you’re worries get’ya down and ya petrols going up, |
and your latest buggy makes you feel like that you’ve been sold a pup, |
give a thought to the poor old truckie with horizons for a home, |
his pulse the throb of his motor’s beat, his creed the call to roam. |
Now I lost my load at Jundah and I left the road at Nundah, |
I swevered to miss a hippy who was trying to thumb a ride, |
I ran off the range a Nebo was feeling strange at Beebo, |
from taking yippee beans that kept my eyelids open wide. |
I had a brakeline bust at Coomera, nearly died of thirst at Woomera, |
sittin by the roadside with a busted axle stud. |
I had a windscreen smashed at Cowra, nearly rolled the truck at Nowra, |
but I gotta keep’m rollin mate for truckin’s in my blood. |
I’ve been hitched and ditched and tossed and lost, |
flogged and bogged and thumped and bumped, |
bitten, hitten, shorn and worn and stopped and cogged, |
but I’m sure as you’re born mate’o truckin’s in my blood, yeah, |
truckin’s in my blood, |
truckin’s in my blood, |
truckin’s in my blood, Oh that’s right, truckin’s in my blood! |