My Uncle Pete was a trucker
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Riding that Nullarbor Plain
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Ten split gears and an overdrive
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Chrome stacks shooting out flames
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He'd throw me up into the cab
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My little hands would grip the wheel
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I would dream about the day
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I could drive that rig for real
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Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
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Ten years old and ten feet tall, waving goodbye to
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The girl next door
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Rolling, rolling, today I'm the king of my street,
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I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
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As I drive off with Uncle Pete
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As I drive off with Uncle Pete
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Heading west on highway one
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My eyes are glued to the road
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The two-way always in my hand
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"Little Buddy" that's my code
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We pull into Micks for a pie and chips
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Not a brussel sprout in sight
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Some yarns to spin as we listen to
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Slim Then we drive into the night
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If I had one wish I'd wanna be,
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If I had one wish I'd wanna be,
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If I had one wish I'd wanna be like my Uncle Pete
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Uncle Pete
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| Adam Brand |
