Haulin’ For The Double ‘T’

The spreads up north are pretty big and the western runs are wide,
But the brand of the mob with the largest patch, covers the country side.

Up the eastern coast an' the far north run Castlemaine to Pacific sea,
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T.

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T,
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T. Hey!

Sheep, spuds for Roma, general freight, containers for Geelong,
The Kenny’s howlin’ when changin’ down the Kirra Ousley run.

The Louisvilles are here and gone an' Adelaide by dawn,
Palette up and fuelled the log book rules, next stop Highway One. Hey!

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T,
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T.

Instrumental

Lights that fool on the lonely newel and the golden nuggets roar,
Thompson's Transport truck on down an' Shepparton by four.

Here's health to the men from Thomo's mob and keith left one or three,
one for the lad who’ll follow his dad haulin' for the Double T.

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T,
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T
(Let’s sing chaps)

Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T,
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig haulin' for the Double T.

Haulin' for the Double T.