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My Uncle Pete was a trucker, riding down the Nullarbor plain
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ten split gears and an overdrive, crome stack shooting out flames
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He'd throw me up into the cab, my little hands would grip the wheel
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and I would dream about the day, 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
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waving good bye to the girl next door
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rolling rolling, today I'm king of my street
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I've 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 my eyes are glued to the road
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the two way allways in my hand, "little buddy" thats my code
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We'd pull into Mick's for a pie and chips, not a brussel sprout in sight
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some yarns to spin as we listen to Slim, then we drive into the night
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Rolling, rolling,.. rolling around the world
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ten years old and ten feet tall
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showing off in front of the girl next door
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rolling rolling, today I'm king of my street
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I've 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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I've 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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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
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Like my Uncle Pete.