Haulin' For The Double 't' Lyrics

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's, 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's, haulin' for
the Double T. Hey!

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

The Louievilles are here and gone in 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 newell and the golden
nuggets roar,
Thompson's Transport truck on down in Shepparton by
four.

Here's health to the men from Thomo's mob and keep that
fun ole tree,
Run to 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's, 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's haulin' for
the Double T.

Haulin' for the Double T.

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