Heavy load, close to mornin',
Halfway home and here I'm yawning,
And almost out of smokes, well just my luck,
The old front spare's tired, engine's slippin,
Dirty windshield wipers hissing,
I'm sick and tired of drivin' this old truck,

Mist and fog in every hollow
White lines gettin' hard to follow;
Was it only yesterday I left our yard?
Three gears left and reves are falling
I'm bone tired and bed is calling
Yet to change that gear is gettin' kind-a hard.
Yes to change that gear is gettin' kind-a hard.

Camped a while near Yarrawonga,
Wish I'd slept a little longer,
For bad enough this spot when things are right,
Corners wet, my trailer's drifting
Bet those outside wheels are lifting
I gotta watch those shoulders too tonight,

Highway signs are shinin' yellow,
Diesel roar, smoke stakes bellow,
And daylight finds me 'Close to Boggabri'
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T-bone steak and eggs I'll order.

I think I'll make it in then if I try.
I think I'll make it in then if I try.

Better stop and fill my page in,
Just to stop that lawman ragin'
He books us drivers every chance he gets,
Empty overalls and jacket,
Empty dashboard, where’s that packet,
Oh Hell now, seems I'm out of cigarettes.

Mist and fog in every hollow,
White lines gettin' hard to follow;
Was it only yesterday I left our yard?
Camped a while near Yarrawonga,
Wish I'd slept a little longer,

and peerin' thru this fog is gettin' hard
peerin' thru this fog is gettin' hard.
peerin' thru this fog is gettin' hard.

From his album: "To Whom it May Concern"
Transcribed: Marten Busstra & Del Wright 2009