Slim Dusty - Blue Pacific Rig
Oh, the dawn wind blows around my clothes as I walk out to my rig, I feel complete climbing up to my seat of my blue pacific rig, She's big and fine, she's all mine, she's powered from end to end, When those big wheels roll deep within my soul, freedom is born again, I'm gunna roll once more on the Nullabor, across this land so big, The smoke will arise over territory skies from my blue pacific rig. [Instrumental] Yes the heat waves rise into dreamtime skies where the red centres wide and big, The days are long but my grip is strong on my blue pacific rig, I've got mates out there, scattered everywhere, Just to mention the a few good names, Hey there's Bob up north and Spud down south, They're all worth a million quid, Yeah I live by the code of that long black road, in my blue pacific rig. So let the diesel flow, there's a long way to go, before I'm home again, I never feel alone, yeah it's home from home in my blue pacific rig. Hey So let the diesel flow, there's a long way to go, before I'm home again, I never feel alone, it's home from home in my blue pacific rig. Let's roll now, Hey!