Hot dusty morning sun Engine oil and grease gun Crank shaft turns diesel pressurised Let's make money, money, money Under big blue southern skies Unload all that goes out high A choof o' smoke and the chaser flies You do a dance to the headland damn Then he rips around in a cloud of dust And fills it up again And another dusty road train down the track With a great big load of next year on its back Driver talks to children on the phone Yeah I miss you dad Dad when you coming home Weather man he forecasts rain So the race is on to shift some grain Weary after to the west Those are weary eyes They're put to the test And another dusty road train down the track With a great big load of next year on its back Driver talks to children on the phone Yeah I miss you dad Dad when you coming home If my blue eyes boy becomes a cocky That won't worry me, he'll be fit and stocky You know one of these days the world my realise That you can't eat stocks and shares No you can't eat stocks and shares And another dusty road train down the track With a great big load of next year on its back Driver talks to children on the phone Yeah I miss you dad Dad when you coming home Yeah I miss you son Take good care of your mum