I leaned against the bullbar, and gave the lights a rub
Next week another driver, will guide you through the scrub
My final run just ended, way down I feel the blow
Trucks and tarps and trailers, the only life I know
Next week I'll get the pension, but that wont compensate
That feeling of contentent, when the trucks all congregate
Oh I'll miss the miles of freedom, and all the transport crew
Trucks and tarps and trailers, bring old memories new
The road your tyres rejected, I curse to let off steam
Now suddenly looks a highway, oh they do in truckies dreams
And I'll miss the roadside breather, truckies meal and smoke
Good old outback welcomes, from friendly station folk
Between bullbar and bogeys, their power pulses through
From a Cummins diesel motor, black smoke fades to blue
That big old spacious cabin, and dials that told me most
Trucks and tarps and trailers, haunt me like a ghost
Reflecting on those long runs, out near sundowns door
Becomes for me a milestone, for I know there'll be no more
But I'll find it hard adjustin', old habits hard to shake
Trucks and tarps and trailers, for our reputations sake
Yeah shes all yours now young feller,shake hands and wish you luck
Theres trucks and trailers equal, but none surpass this truck
And you'll learn her moods and fancies, hauling out back freight
Today I've learned the feeling, what it's like to lose a mate