I'm a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950
I haul big freight across the paddock to Perth
Me and my girl share the wheel and the berth
We can make it in forty-eight hours, from Sydney

I used to like hearing my dad tell of the depression
Looking for work and getting knocked back
Shouldered his swag and took to the track
Remembers each camp and every good cook on the stations

The times have changed old timer
The years have passed you by
Some things never alter at all
Let me tell you why

The dusty roads you tramped are now all highways
The road camp now, a sleeper camp
The billy of tea, a quick coffee we grabbed
I live on the road, I'm the mechanised swaggie of this day

Let's go now

Yeah, things have changed old timer
And yet they're still the same
The swaggies old tradition lives on
In the trucking game

'Cause I'm a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950
Checking the gauges and the axel weights
Listening to the sound of the Jacobs brake
We live on the road, we're the mechanised swaggies of this day, hey

I'm a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950
I haul big freight across the paddock to Perth
Me and my girl share the wheel and the berth
We live on the road, we're the mechanised swaggies of this day, hey