The Truckies Wife - John Williamson

She’s lookin' out the window, dreamin' on fading lights

Her man is on the job again — a long one, this time for seven nights

He’s loaded up and ready, kicked his tyres and wheeled off to the west

And she’s already feelin'…lonely

And the pain runs down her cheek and on her dressing gown

She gives all the love she can;

she doesn’t plan to slow her truckie down

And she battles with her babies and lately been thinkin' about her life

Is there anything in store — is there more — for a truckie’s wife?

And it’s raining down in Willow Tree;

you wouldn’t hear a diesel truck tonight

Full of Murrurundi tucker and a cuppa and he’s startin' to feel alright

While she sleeps off another day of her underpaid full time job

Schoolin' and feedin' and dressin' and lovin' her little mob

And the motor’s runnin' hot at his feet and he’s dreamin' about his boys

He’s more like an uncle — comes home with icecreams and toys

But at least he’s got a job and it seems like he’s in control

But he’d rather be at home with his woman

And the pain runs down her cheek and on her dressing gown

She gives all the love she can;

she doesn’t plan to slow her truckie down

And she battles with her babies and lately been thinkin' about her life

Is there anything in store — is there more — for a truckie’s wife?

Is there anything in store — is there more — for a truckie’s wife?