| He leans out the window and waves to his Mum
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| You’d swear all his birthdays had rolled into one
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| ‘Cause he’s headin' out on his maiden run
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| Up to the far north of Queensland
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| I tell him the names of the truck stops and towns
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| The stretches and corners and where they’ll be found
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| The stories and yarns I’ve picked up on my rounds
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| And he listens with wide-open eyes
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| ‘Cause he’s riding on dieseline dreams
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| Down a highway that runs through his mind
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| Behind the wheel of the biggest rig he’s ever seen
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| Riding on dieseline dreams
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| His ears are glued to that cracklin' C. B
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| But he’s got that lingo down to a tee
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| And there’s pride in his eyes when he looks up at me
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| Oh yeah he’s a truck drivers' son
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| And given the chance he’d be in my shoes
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| But right now he’s primed for an afternoon snooze
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| Though he’s determined to look out for ‘roos
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| The road finally lulls him away
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| And he’s riding on dieseline dreams
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| Down a highway that runs through his mind
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| Behind the wheel of the biggest rig he’s ever seen
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| Riding on dieseline dreams
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| Instrumental
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| While my boy’s dozin' the memories flood in
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| And I’m back in the cabin with my Dad again
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| Tellin' myself how I’ll be just like him
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| It don’t seem all that long ago
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| Yet here’s my own son thinkin' the same
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| Itchin' to get himself into the game
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| He won’t understand when I try to explain
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| Son it’s not what it used to be
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| ‘Cause he’s riding on dieseline dreams
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| Down a highway that runs through his mind
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| Behind the wheel of the biggest rig he’s ever seen
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| Riding on dieseline dreams
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| Behind the wheel of the biggest rig he’s ever seen
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| Riding on dieseline dreams |