50 Tons On Your Back

Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,

When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.

He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.

I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.

Well I was barreling down ol' Highway 31,

Admiring the scenery in the hot sun.

Pulled over 'cross the Murray to fuel up,

Have a shower and throw some coffee in my cup.

Then wait for the midnight rush,

You know a boy loves to smell that charcoal dust.

Something appeared from nowhere out behind,

It was a flash of a red and blue light.

Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,

When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.

He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.

I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.

Well the coppers eyes opened wider than Ayres Rock,

He grabbed me by the arm and did his block.

When I asked him where he was taking me,

He said 'Son you've got a date with destiny'.

Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,

When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.

He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.

I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.

I did my time in cell block 21,

The copper said 'I hope you've learned your lesson son'.

Well I thought about it for a while, and this is what I told him:

'Next time I'm overweight I won't push my luck,

I'll remember to pump those bloody tyres up'.

Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,

When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.

He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.

I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.

Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta.