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[Verse 1]
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He was propped against a coolabah tree, With an old guitar across his knee,
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The quart pot boiled he grabbed its middle, then he turned the chops on a wire griddle.
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His name was Rocky, I gripped his hand, an outback truckie and deeply tanned,
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He was headin’ north with 60 tonne, with a big red Mack, she was a big red Mack, On Rocky’s run.

[Verse 2]
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He kicked the tyres and checked the load, swallowed a fly, and cursed the road,
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Corrugations make me blow a fuse; they supply the shade with the kangaroos.
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He drank a beer and smacked his lips, gotta feeling mate that it’s one of those trips.
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He rolled a smoke and cracked a smile, and said so long mate, yeah, so long mate, I gotta make a mile. Hey!

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[Verse 3]
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Oh, He loves the bush and all that’s there, where a man can breathe, let go and swear,
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The golden dunes of the desert scene and the rough bush tracks that weave between.
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Cattle that graze up the soakin’ rain, and the dust storm’s fury across the plain,
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The blistering heat from a summer's sun, is a day in the life, just a day in the life, on Rocky’s run.

[Verse 4]
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The blinding dust and red rimmed eyes, blowout some punches, a million flies,
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Splashed in diesel and a moving load, some lousy cow has pinched the road
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water is scarce and matches sweat, bogged in sand and can’t move yet.
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A 150 in the sun, just a slight delay, slight delay, on Rocky’s run. Yes!

[Key Change]
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[Verse 5]
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Oh, I met him near and bumped him far, from Melbourne across to Marble bar,
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He’s travelled the road to hell and back, wherever that is, bet he drove a Mack.
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So, wherever he is, I wish him luck, let the lord look down and guide his truck,
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To a safe return where loading’s done, for another long haul, for another long haul, on Rocky’s run.

[Coda]
    A                                        B7
So, wherever he is, I wish him luck, may the lord look down and guide his truck,
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To a safe return where the loading’s done, for another long haul, for another long haul on Rocky’s run.

[Fade out]
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Yes she's a big land to roll over. So keep it rollin' on rocky's run. Desert Sand. Blazin' sun.
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Freedom that's where rocky runs.