"Old Kentucky Rig" lyrics

I was forced to sell my holding
I could see that things were folding
Taxes and inflation got me down
I spent my hard-earned money
And bought myself a semi
And settled in a small New England town

Well, I did some general haulin'
Had my name on my tarpaulin
And one day I went out to see a man
'Bout a contract in Kentucky
Haulin' apples to the city
I was lucky, and now fellas here I am

Yeah, I reckon I was lucky
Haulin' apples from Kentucky
A-rollin' down the highway feelin' big
And you're welcome to come with me
Down through Singleton to Sydney
In this truck I call the Old Kentucky Rig

We drive hard, you must remember
Some cart wool, and some haul timber
And some prefer to drive a mobile fridge
When I reach the open stretches
I take care nobody catches
This truck I call the Old Kentucky Rig, hey

Well, I've crossed the Moonbi Mountains
Too many times for countin'
But I always try to keep within the law
And this old truck I'm a-pushin'
But I always use a cushion
'Cause my skinny backside's always gettin' sore

We drive hard, you must remember
Some cart wool, and some haul timber
And some prefer to drive a mobile fridge
And when I reach the open stretches
I take care nobody catches
This truck I call the Old Kentucky Rig, here we roll

Well, I better get a-rollin'
And check the old tarpaulin
And make the best of weather when it's fine
She's a Mack they call a bulldog
And some say I'm a roadhog
But I always get this old truck in on time

We drive hard, you must remember
Some cart wool, and some haul timber
And some prefer to drive a mobile fridge
And if you look across the bonnet
There's a name I scribbled on it
This truck I call the Old Kentucky Rig

Yeah, I reckon I was lucky
Haulin' apples from Kentucky
A-rollin' down the highway feelin' big
Yeah, you're welcome to come with me
Down through Singleton to Sydney
In this truck I call the Old Kentucky Rig
She's a good one to ya, hey