I know the kids are waitin' and there's not much more to go
I've been out from home about a week or more
My eyes are blurred and tired, that's the way I feel
But there's lovin' waitin' for me back at home
When I'm away, this old truck is like a friend to me
I talk to this old motor and the rips talk back to me
Now this long trip's nearly over, what a rough old time we've had
But there's lovin' waitin' for me back at home
But I'll leave you at the depot and a good old rest you'll have
We've been on our way from Brisbane, now it's not so far to go
Forty miles or so and we'll be seein' home
There's storm clouds on the mountain
There's storm clouds on the mountain
I think it's about to rain
Heck, the longest miles are always the nearest home
There's the busy lights of Sydney now
A sight to these sore eyes
Thank goodness the storm's blown over
And the stars back in the sky
At the depot we'll part company
The justice of the people we love
We've got a day or two
Then I'll be back, old truck, to pick you up
And you'll be shinin' good as new
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oldie
Truck stop food is okay
And the coffee may be fine
But after a while it all just tastes the same
Got a yen for good, got a yen for bad



Good home cookin' and even some homemade bread
If the kids burned the toast, I don't think I'd complain
Hey, I've just heard on the radio
There's a pileup just ahead
Old truck, you'll have to cool your tires
Until the road's been clear
Then I'll head you for the depot
Where they'll check you through and through
And I'll be back, old truck, to pick you up
And we'll be rollin' good as new