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Dad drove a rig on the northcoast run, |
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we'd go along for a ride, me and mum, |
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but most of the time we were home just awaitn' for dad. |
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He'd pull in the yard, make the engine roar, |
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blast the horn as he slammed the door, |
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and we'd hear that old country music turned up loud. |
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When he first heard the song about lights on the hill, |
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he played it non stop and he loved it still, |
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he told me it happens on the highway all of the time. |
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He said if ever i run into the old S.D, (slim dusty) |
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I'm gunna tell him a few things that's happened to me, |
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cause there might be song in this old life of mine! |
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So i thought id drop a line, to tell your dad, |
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about all the tapes and records he had, |
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cause he wont be around anymore to meet the old S.D.... |
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When they pulled him from the wreck by the river side, |
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Lights on the hill was playin' when he died, |
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that song was the one that he heard the last. |
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You would never believe it could happen to you, |
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but thats the one time it really came true, |
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and lights on the hill, |
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was one truckies epitaph, |
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oh yes and lights on the hill, |
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was one truckies epitaph......... |
