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!
