| Heed the sign that reads danger! |
| Road train!
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| You’ll see the big rigs runnin' where there’s freight and stuff to load
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| You’ll see the drivers pushin' time, a river there’s a road
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| We’re kings of the asphalt jungle as we roar through hill and plain
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| You better heed that warnin', danger! |
| Road train!
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| I can hear the bogeys hummin'
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| And the tarps are softly drummin'
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| On a road that has no end
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| And this rig’s my only friend
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| You better heed that warnin', danger! |
| Road train!
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| As we jockey through the traffic in some quiet country town
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| She’s neat and calm and steady, while the rev’s are holdin' down
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| But when we hit the open road and the treads begin to churn
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| She’s mean and wild and flyin', with miles ahead to burn
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| I can hear the bogeys hummin'
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| And the tarps are softly drummin'
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| On a road that has no end
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| And this rig’s my only friend
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| You better heed that warnin', danger! |
| Road train!
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| Rolling down some highway through the long and lonely night
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| A world of silver leeway in the beams of the big bulllights
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| We share the road with no one, til daylight starts to dawn
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| Then we hustle those slow movers with a blast of the Claxon horn
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| I can hear the bogeys hummin'
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| And the tarps are softly drummin'
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| On a road that has no end
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| And this rig’s my only friend
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| You better heed that warnin', danger! |
| Road train!
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| You better heed that warnin', danger… Road. |
| Train! |