the window and waves to his Mum
You'd swear all his birthdays
Up to the far north of Queensland
I tell him the names of the truck
The stretches and corners and
The stories and yarns I've
And he listens with wide—open eyes
Behind the wheel of the biggest
Riding on dieseline dreams
His ears are glued to that cracklin' C.B
But he's got that lingo down to a tee
And there's pride in his eyes
Oh yeah he's a truck drivers' son
But right now he's primed for
The road finally lulls him away
And he's riding on dieseline dreams
Behind the wheel of the biggest
Riding on dieseline dreams
And I'm back in the cabin
Tellin' myself how I'll be just like him
It don't seem all that long ago
Itchin' to get himself into the game
Son it's not what it used to be
Behind the wheel of the biggest
Riding on dieseline dreams
Behind the wheel of the biggest
Riding on dieseline dreams