| A truckies reputation, | 
| Is anything but good, | 
| But we’d never see you stranded, | 
| We’d do the best we could, | 
| Yeah we push 'em through the cities, | 
| From coast to coast and back, | 
| We drive the mighty semi’s | 
| The Volvo and the Mack. | 
| Oh it may not be the brightest one, | 
| This job we have to do, | 
| But still there must be someone, | 
| To get the semi’s through, | 
| Here we take them through the country, | 
| We push 'em constantly, | 
| We drive the mighty semi’s, | 
| The Merc and BMC. | 
| Oh the miles are long and many, | 
| And the comforts short and few, | 
| But the wheels are kept a-rollin', | 
| To get the cargo through, | 
| Oh we shove 'em o’er the desert, | 
| We do the best we can, | 
| We drive the mighty semi’s, | 
| The Leyland and the Man. | 
| The thankless miles are many, | 
| That we steep behind the wheel, | 
| But a cap nap in the cabin, | 
| Will straighten out the keal, | 
| Oh we push 'em on regardless, | 
| We roll 'em day and night, | 
| We drive the mighty semi’s, | 
| The Transtar and the White. | 
| Instrumental | 
| Oh the purring of the Jimmies | 
| Three hundred horses strong, | 
| Makes the mighty Kenworth, | 
| Move the load along, | 
| Oh we push 'em 'cross the country, | 
| To get from here to there, | 
| With the boys that drive the semi’s, | 
| From here to «lord knows where». | 
| The heavy rig beneath us, | 
| We handle, no mistake, | 
| No matter what condition, | 
| No matter what the make, | 
| Hey we tail them through the hardships, | 
| And every western track, | 
| We’re the boys that drive the semi’s, | 
| From here to there and back. |