G C G
Its so hard now to try and make a buck,
D
Workin' seven days behind the wheel of your truck.
G C G
Listening to Slim as the hours slip away,
D G
As you clock up the miles along the Newell highway.
G C G
Another load of steel, about 26 ton,
D
From the Sunshine plant to Brisbane, well he's makin' the run.
G C G
Changin' blown tyres in 40 degrees,
D G
Or spinnin' out on black ice just out of Moree.
C D G
And they're still ridin' that line,
C D G
And home may be so far behind.
C D Em C
But they're doing what they really love,
D G
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
G C G
My father Peter is a truck driver too,
D
And his father Cannonball, well, he had a few.
G C G
They talked of giving up, of doing other things,
D G
It cuts you to the core when a mate dies in their rig.
C D G
And they're still ridin' that line,
C D G
And home may be so far behind.
C D Em C
But they're doing what they really love,
D G
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
C D Em C D G
INSTRUMENTAL
G C G
Now ol' Cannonball rides the trails in the sky,
Em D G
And like a guardian angel, he's there by my side.
C D G
And they're still ridin' that line,
C D G
And home may be so far behind.
C D Em C
But they're doing what they really love,
D G
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
C D G
And they're still ridin' that line,
C D G
And home may be so far behind.
C D Em C
But they're doing what they really love,
D G
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.
C D G C D G
'Cause that diesel was brewed in their blood.