Slim Dusty - 1980's Bushman On The Move

You're askin’ if I am a modern cowboy,
I hardly know the meanin’ of your term
Though a fancy truck I'm drivin’
Day by day I'm strivin’ for another job and another quid to earn
My rig would be the best along these highways
In confidence I mention this to you
With my fingertip selectors and computerized injectors
I'm a 1980’s bushman on the move

Oh you've never seen me in expensive moleskins,
These Cuban heels I hardly can afford
But I'm content to get along in a dusty pair of battered thongs
Hey look this fancy t-shirt beats em all
Oh I think the homely beat of country music
And the honest story in a country song
And my wheels are softly ringin’ to a country favourite singin’
While this 1980’s bushman rolls along

Old grandad worked these highways many years ago
I guess we think those years were pretty mean
From the roughest track and byway he shaped the future highway
With dray and scoop and grader and his team
Oh if only he were here to see the progress
I wonder if the old man would approve
Of the paint job gaily matchin’ and all the brilliant chrome work flashin’
And the 1980’s bushman on the move

Down below the border carols waitin’
In the mornin’ she’ll be watchin’ for the rig
She’ll be laughin’ in the evenin’ be cryin’ when I'm leavin’
Standin’ there a wavin’ with the kids
Oh I often wonder is it really worth it
Does my woman understand why I must roll
With my steering stabilizers all the faster I can drive her
I'm a 1980’s bushman goin’ home

The sun across the lonely west is blazing
And the night that follows me is comin’ fast
there's a super snooper growlin’
there's a mobile radar prowlin’
It looks as though I've found the bears at last
Oh I wonder if they think that I'm a cowboy
Well they couldn't be much further from the truth

With my fingertip selectors and computerized injectors
I'm a 1980’s bushman on the move
With my gleamin chimneys glintin,
The toned up road slave hintin’
I'm a 1980’s bushman on the move