Recycled Ringer - Slim Dusty

I’ve got a pretty big load on a bitumen road

And the needle’s on 110

Got a big mob of wheels and a whole lot of steers

Rolling 'cross the Top End

Rollin' 'cross the Top End

In a supercharged computerized Benz

I used to ride over this track as a drover

But I’m not gonna do it again

No I’m not gonna do it again

Got the cool air a-blowing and the CD a-going

And a cooler full of lemonade, too

Not like it was when we walked the big mobs

Way the hell down the Barcoo

Way the hell down the Barcoo

Had the rot and the sandy blight too

Weevils in the flour and the cook gettin' sour

Way the hell down the Barcoo

Yeah way the the hell down the Barcoo (that's right)

Now my old ringer mates were shown the bush gates when the choppers and bikes

came along

The hobbles and bell rung out the death knell

An old way of life dead and gone

Oh, an old way of life dead and gone

But a man’s gotta keep moving on

So they recycled me, made a truckie out of me

Now I gotta keep moving on

Hey I gotta keep this rig rolling on

Got a pretty big load on a bitumen road

And the needle’s on 110

Got a big mob of wheels and a whole lot of steers

Rolling 'cross the Top End

Hey rollin' 'cross the Top End, yeah