There Lies a Workhorse - Slim Dusty

The cab is in shambles, the bearings are shot

The tires are more than well worn.

The trailers are buckled, the skid plates are bent

All tarps are discoloured and torn.

The are no dogs and chains just a bag of old ropes

All knotted, to short and to frayed.

And it looks like the outfit has never been washed

Since the day when the gear was first made.

There are four broken side lights, a broken tool box

The mud flaps are gone from the rear.

The floor boards are missing, the U-bolts are loose

Not at all what you call first class gear.

From the mud and the dust inches deep on the wheel

I can see hard work written thereon.

One look underneath at that oil splattered sump

And I know every oil seal has gone.

How many hundreds of tons has it hauled,

And how many roads does it know

This truck once was some truck jockeys joy

Ah.

but that was a long time ago

It lies here a wreck and they rob it for spares

It will soon be devoured by rust

Or some bulldozer driver will bury it deep

In its shroud of mud, grease and bulldust

The cab is in shambles, the bearings are shot

The tires are more than well worn.

The trailers are buckled, the skid plates are bent

All tarps are discoloured and torn.