Mechanised Swaggie - Slim Dusty

I’m a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950

I haul big freight across the paddock to Perth

Me and my girl share the wheel and the berth

We can make it in forty-eight hours, from Sydney

I used to like hearing my dad tell of the depression

Looking for work and getting knocked back

Shouldered his swag and took to the track

Remembers each camp and every good cook on the stations

The times have changed old timer

The years have passed you by

Some things never alter at all

Let me tell you why

The dusty roads you tramped are now all highways

The road camp now, a sleeper camp

The billy of tea, a quick coffee we grabbed

I live on the road, I’m the mechanised swaggie of this day

Let’s go now

Yeah, things have changed old timer

And yet they’re still the same

The swaggies old tradition lives on

In the trucking game

'Cause I’m a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950

Checking the gauges and the axel weights

Listening to the sound of the Jacobs brake

We live on the road, we’re the mechanised swaggies of this day, hey

I’m a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950

I haul big freight across the paddock to Perth

Me and my girl share the wheel and the berth

We live on the road, we’re the mechanised swaggies of this day, hey