Yeah, I've got this big mack rolling now I've got this big mack rolling, she's screaming
down the line CQ, CQ, Rob and Towny here, where the hell
are you mate?
Yeah, I'm just clearing the Peegles road mate, heading for the creek.
You boys better put your fingers out, the concert will be starting, you'll be late.
And while there's one more load to move, I'm pushing till I'm dead.
We're rolling and we're pushing from the Gulf down to the Bay, from Perth across to Sydney,
the trucks roll day and night.
Oh, the lot book may be out of date, but hell that ain't a crime, we dodge the weights and
measure boys, and we're always pushing time, pushing time.
I may have general cargo or a load of prime Gulf beef, a swag of kegs of southern beer
to bring some down relief.
I'll haul in tons of mine and gear to open some new mine, but no matter what I carry
you can bet I'm pushing time.
We're rolling and we're pushing from the Gulf down to the Bay, from Perth across to Sydney,
the trucks roll day and night.
Oh, the lot book may be out of date, but hell that ain't a crime, we dodge the weights and
measure boys, and we're always pushing time, pushing time, pushing time.
If you see this big rig coming you can bet she's tracking wide, you'd better move it
over and give us room to ride.
I've logged a million miles or two and maybe passed my prime, but I'm still a wizard at
the wheel when I'm pushing time.
We're rolling and we're pushing from the Gulf down to the Bay, from Perth across to Sydney,
the trucks roll day and night.
Oh, the lot book may be out of date, but hell that ain't a crime, we dodge the weights and
measure boys, and we're always pushing time, pushing time, pushing time.