Rockys Run

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[Verse 1]
He was propped against a coolabah 
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tree, With an old guitar across his 
knee,
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The quart pot boiled he grabbed its
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 middle, then he turned the chops 
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on a wire griddle.
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His name was Rocky, I gripped his 
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hand, an outback truckie and deeply 
tanned,
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He was headin’ north with 60 tonne,
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 with a big red Mack, she was a 
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big red Mack, On Rocky’s run.

[Verse 2]
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He kicked the tyres and checked the
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 load, swallowed a fly, and cursed 
the road,
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Corrugations make me blow a fuse; 
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they supply the shade with the 
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kangaroos.
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He drank a beer and smacked his 
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lips, gotta feeling mate that it’s 
one of those trips.
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He rolled a smoke and cracked a 
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smile, and said so long mate, yeah,
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 so long mate, I gotta make a mile. 
Hey!

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[Verse 3]
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Oh, He loves the bush and all 
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that’s there, where a man can 
breathe, let go and swear,
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The golden dunes of the desert 
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scene and the rough bush tracks that
 weave between.
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Cattle that graze up the soakin’ 
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rain, and the dust storm’s fury 
across the plain,
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The blistering heat from a summer's
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 sun, is a day in the life, just a 
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day in the life, on Rocky’s run.

[Verse 4]
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The blinding dust and red rimmed 
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eyes, blowout some punches, a 
million flies,
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Splashed in diesel and a moving 
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load, some lousy cow has pinched the
 road
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water is scarce and matches sweat, 
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bogged in sand and can’t move yet.
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A 150 in the sun, just a slight 
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delay, slight delay, on Rocky’s run.
 Yes!

[Key Change]
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[Verse 5]
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Oh, I met him near and bumped him 
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far, from Melbourne across to Marble
 bar,
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He’s travelled the road to hell and
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 back, wherever that is, bet he 
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drove a Mack.
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So, wherever he is, I wish him 
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luck, let the lord look down and 
guide his truck,
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To a safe return where loading’s 
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done, for another long haul, for 
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another long haul, on Rocky’s run.

[Coda]
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So, wherever he is, I wish him 
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luck, may the lord look down and 
guide his truck,
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To a safe return where the 
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loading’s done, for another long 
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haul, for another long haul on 
Rocky’s run.

[Fade out]
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Yes she's a big land to roll over. 
So keep it rollin' on rocky's run. 
Desert Sand. Blazin' sun.
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Freedom that's where rocky runs.