Well, I'm the daughter of a truckie
And since I was five years old
I've been riding with my old man,
I was raised out on the road.
And I've seen every lonely roadhouse
For the Top End to The Bight
And I've been across the Nullabor
At least a dozen times

You think you really want me
But there's something you should know
If you try to tie me down
I'll just get up and go

And if you're lookin' for me
Tomorrow morning, I'll be gone
And if you think I wouldn't leave
Without a warning, you'd be wrong
Well, I'm a girl on the run
And I'm running for my life
Don't come lookin' here
If you're looking for a wife
Cos I'll be gone

You can pull me on the dance floor,
You can buy me a rum
But don't look at me that way
Cos I'm not lookin' for the one
I've met every witless wanker
From the Kimberley to Cairns
And I'd trade a hundred lovers
For a dozen ice cold cans

You think you really want me,
But there's something you should know
If you try to tie me down
I'll just get up and go

Gone like a beer in a Friday night
Gone like a truckie in the morning light
Off like a rocket on outta sight, I'm gone

Gone like your pride at a B&S
Gone like a young bride's wedding dress
Gone like the Poms at an Ashes Test, I'm gone
Yeah I'll be gone

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