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On dusty tracks and outback roads
The juggernauts haul mighty loads,
Hearts beating with explosive power
Around the clock in every hour.

They follow not a track of steel,
No rail they need to guide each wheel
For they are steered by human hands,
Not bound by shackles to iron bands.

Neath shining stars – on blackest nights
They thunder by, ablaze with lights,
Past roadside bush that heaves and shakes
With wind that whistles in their wakes.

To each remote and distant place
They roar with unremitting pace,
Through desert dust or flooding rains
Go rocking, rolling, great road trains.