The spreads up north are pretty big and the western 
runs are wide,
But the brand of the mob with the largest patch, covers 
the country side.
Up the eastern coast an' the far north run Castlemaine 
to Pacific sea,
There's a red and white of Thompson's rig, haulin' for 
the Double T.

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double 
T, 
There's a red and white of Thompson's rig, haulin' for 
the Double T. Hey!

Sheep, spuds for Roma, general freight, containers for 
Geelong, 
The Kenny's howlin' when changin' down the Kirra Ousley 
run. 

The Louie Hills are here and gone an' Adelaide by dawn, 
Palette up and fuelled the log book rules, next stop 
Highway One. Hey!

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double 
T, 
There's a red and white of Thompson's rig, haulin' for 
the Double T.

[Instrumental]

Like that fool on the lonely mule and the golden 
nuggets roar, 
Thompson's Transport truck on down an' Shepparton by 
four.

Here's health to the men from Thomo's mob and keep that 
fun ole tree,
Run to the lad who'll follow his dad haulin' for the 
Double T. 

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double 
T, 
There's a red and white of Thompson's rig, haulin' for 
the Double T
(Let's sing chaps)

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double 
T, 
There's a red and white of Thompson's rig haulin' for 
the Double T.

Haulin' for the Double T.