| I run a large truck mister
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| And I live in Echuca and every Friday night
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| I have to run it down to Melbourne
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| I start out in Numurkah, I make Shepparton by the fadin' light
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| I get another load at Seymour, then I’m hittin' Kalkallo?
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| I’m in Cambellfield about midnight
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| And on the side of my truck it says
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| Boomaroo Flyer
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| When you ride in this truck
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| You don’t ride any higher
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| And everyone along the road
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| Know’s the Boomaroo Flyer
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| When I’m on my run
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| I get a lot of time for thinking
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| Like where’s this truck taking me to
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| I think of rollin' on this road when
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| I’m run down an' old
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| And all the other things I wanna do
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| But when I see that big candle from my cabin window
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| I can smile cause I’m heading home to you
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| And on the side of my truck it says
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| Boomaroo Flyer
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| When you ride in this truck
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| You don’t ride any higher
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| And everyone along the road
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| Know’s the Boomaroo Flyer, (hey)
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| I was out one night
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| It was late on a Sunday
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| And a young man steps out and flags me down
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| He was all of fourteen
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| His father had been drinkin, he was hell bent
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| On gettin' outta town
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| By the time he cooled off
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| We’d put some miles behind us
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| But eventually we turned that truck around
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| And on the side of my truck it says
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| Boomaroo Flyer
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| When you ride in this truck
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| You don’t ride any higher
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| And everyone along the road
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| Know’s the Boomaroo Flyer
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| Yes the Boomaroo Flyer |