Big Old Mack - Slim Dusty

In the wind and rain of the winter and no glimmer of the sun

We leave the south behind us in that welcome northern run

New motor just been fitted and she’s barking from her stack

A snarling Detroit diesel underneath this big old Mack

There’s bull lights on her bumper and new chroming on her stack

Her reconditioned gearbox has really brought her back

New booster on her intake and her head is made to suit

And when I hold her open, holy Moses, can she scoot

She’s a road train

Geared for the open road and the inland highways

Known to the rugged north and the dusty byways

Big old Mack

Two weeks too long away from all that diesel oil and grime

Tonight we’ll see the sun go down across that borderline

There’s lots to do, old girl

And we’ve no time to sleep

Your big repairs have left me broke and you’ve gotta earn your keep

We’re rolling up the highway all the blues are in our wake

The bogey wheels are humming to a good old country tape

Two trailers on we dare to pass the truckies gasp in awe

We’re sailing round their modern trucks half throttle to the floor

She knows that golden highway and she knows old golden hill

And the endless blue horizon on the road to Camoowheel

She knows that sunset country where the wedge tailed eagle soars

And the unforgiving distance of the lonely Nullarbor

She’s a road train

Geared for the open road and the inland highways

Known to the rugged north and the dusty byways

Oh, big old Mack, big old Mack