in the wind and rain of winter and no glimmer of the
we leave the south behind us on that welcome northern
new motor just been fitted and she’s barking from
a snarling detroit diesel underneath this big old mack.
there’s bull lights on her b-mper and new chroming on
her reconditioned gearbox has really brought her back,
new booster on her intake and her head is made to suit,
and when i hold her open holy moses can she scoot!!
she’s a road train geared for the open road and the
known to the rugged north and the dusty byways
big old mack.
two weeks too long away from all that diesel oil and
tonight we’ll see the sun go down across that
there’s lots of work to do old girl and we’ve no time
your big repairs have left me broke and you’ve gotta
earn your keep.
we’re rollin’ up the highway all the blues are in our
the bogey wheels are humming to a good old country
two trailers on we dare to p-ss the truckies gasp in
we’re sailing round their modern trucks half throttle
to the floor.
she knows that goulburn highway and she knows old
and the endless blue horizons on the road to camooweal,
she knows that sunset country where the wedge tailed
and the unforgiving distance of the lonely nullabor.
she’s a road train, geared for the open road and the
known to the rugged north and the dusty byways,
big old mack, big old mack.