Still Riding That Line
Its so hard now to try and make a buck,
Workin' seven days behind the wheel of your truck.
Listening to Slim as the hours slip away,
As you clock up the miles along the Newell highway.
Another load of steel, about 26 ton,
From the Sunshine plant to Brisbane, well he's makin' the run.
Changin' blown tyres in 40 degrees,
Or spinnin' out on black ice just out of Moree.
And they're still ridin' that line,
And home may be so far behind.
But they're doing what they really love,
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
My father Peter is a truck driver too,
And his father Cannonball, well, he had a few.
They talked of giving up, of doing other things,
It cuts you to the core when a mate dies in their rig.
And they're still ridin' that line,
And home may be so far behind.
But they're doing what they really love,
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
Now ol' Cannonball rides the trails in the sky,
And like a guardian angel, he's there by my side.
And they're still ridin' that line,
And home may be so far behind.
But they're doing what they really love,
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
And they're still ridin' that line,
And home may be so far behind.
But they're doing what they really love,
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
Ainda Seguindo Essa Estrada
É tão difícil agora tentar ganhar uma grana,
Trabalhando sete dias atrás do volante do seu caminhão.
Ouvindo o Slim enquanto as horas vão passando,
Enquanto você acumula os quilômetros pela rodovia Newell.
Mais uma carga de aço, cerca de 26 toneladas,
Da fábrica Sunshine até Brisbane, ele tá fazendo a corrida.
Trocando pneus estourados a 40 graus,
Ou derrapando no gelo negro logo depois de Moree.
E eles ainda seguem essa estrada,
E a casa pode estar tão longe atrás.
Mas eles fazem o que realmente amam,
Porque esse diesel corre nas veias deles.
Meu pai, Peter, também é caminhoneiro,
E seu pai, Cannonball, bem, ele teve alguns.
Eles falavam em desistir, em fazer outras coisas,
Dói fundo quando um amigo morre na boleia.
E eles ainda seguem essa estrada,
E a casa pode estar tão longe atrás.
Mas eles fazem o que realmente amam,
Porque esse diesel corre nas veias deles.
Agora o velho Cannonball percorre as trilhas no céu,
E como um anjo da guarda, ele está ao meu lado.
E eles ainda seguem essa estrada,
E a casa pode estar tão longe atrás.
Mas eles fazem o que realmente amam,
Porque esse diesel corre nas veias deles.
E eles ainda seguem essa estrada,
E a casa pode estar tão longe atrás.
Mas eles fazem o que realmente amam,
Porque esse diesel corre nas veias deles.
Porque esse diesel corre nas veias deles.