Mechanised Swaggie

Im a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950 I haul big freight across the paddock to Perth Me an my girl share the wheel and the berth We can make it in 48 hours, from Sydney. I used to like hearing my dad tell of the depression Lookin for work and getting knocked back Shouldered his swag and took to the track Remembers each camp and every good cook on the stations The times have changed old timer The years have passed you by Some things never alter at all, Let me tell you why The dusty roads you tramped are now all highways The road camp now, a sleeper camp The billy of tea, a quick coffee we drank. I live on the road, Im the mechanised swaggie of this day (Lets go now) Yeah things have changed old timer And yet theyre still the same The swaggies old tradition lives on In the truckin game Cause Im a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950 Checkin the gauges and the axel weights Listening to the sound of the Jacobs brake We live on the road, were the mechanised swaggies of this day Hey! Im a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950 I haul big freight across the paddock to Perth Me an my girl share the wheel and the berth We live on the road, were the mechanised swaggies of this day Hey!