The Lady Is A Truckie - Slim Dusty

Barefoot in the cabin, 'cause she lost her shoes in mud

When tying on a tow rope and the heavens opened up

With the track all wet and slippery as a pork chop in the rain

She kicked the motor over, had another go again

Well, the old truck groaned and tried to move, but didn’t have a chance

Bogged down to the axles, so Toot’s dragged out the axe

Cut down some branches, to put underneath the tires

Set to work with spade in hands, ankle deep in mire

Hey, I’m tellin' you it’s true, the truckie was a lady

Everybody knew her, from Weipa to the Gulf

From Cains to Edward River, and all the Cape York stations

Toot’s the lady truckie, is a legend in the north, hey

The truckie was a lady and they say she loved the life

She helped him make ends meet, for she was mother and a wife

Her old flat top would battle, underneath it’s heavy load

Cotton forty-fours of fuel on tracks you wouldn’t call a road

Ah, but she’s a bloody character, you could hear the bush folks say

She laughed and joked at Weipa as she loaded up one day

Standing by the wheels and yawning, Toot’s ran out of luck

A crane went wild and crushed her up against her sturdy truck

I’m tellin' you it’s true, the truckie was a lady

Everybody knew her, from Weipa to the Gulf

From Cains to Edward River, and all the Cape York stations

Toot’s the lady truckie, is a legend in the north

I’m tellin' you it’s true, the lady was a truckie

Everybody knew her, from Weipa to the Gulf

From Cains to Edward River, and all the Cape York stations

Toot’s the lady truckie, is a legend in the north, hey