Next Year Songtext
von Sara Storer

Hot dusty morning sun
Engine oil and grease gun
Crank shaft turns diesel pressurised
Let′s make money, money, money
Under big blue southern skies

Unload all that goes out high
A choof o' smoke and the chaser flies
You do a dance to the headland damn
Then he rips around in a cloud of dust
And fills it up again

And another dusty road train down the track
With a great big load of next year on its back
Driver talks to children on the phone
Yeah I miss you dad
Dad when you coming home


Weather man he forecasts rain
So the race is on to shift some grain
Weary after to the west
Those are weary eyes
They′re put to the test

And another dusty road train down the track
With a great big load of next year on its back
Driver talks to children on the phone
Yeah I miss you dad
Dad when you coming home

If my blue eyes boy becomes a cocky
That won't worry me, he'll be fit and stocky
You know one of these days the world my realise
That you can′t eat stocks and shares
No you can′t eat stocks and shares

And another dusty road train down the track
With a great big load of next year on its back
Driver talks to children on the phone
Yeah I miss you dad
Dad when you coming home

Yeah I miss you son
Take good care of your mum