Slim Dusty - Foggy Mirrors lyrics

rate me

Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light a smoke,

Then a few miles further on I find a place,

Where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten wheels and check their loads,

Before we start the last leg of this race.

Yes this race to beat the traffic and this race to beat the scales,

And this race to get unloaded early too.

Seems our industry's gone crazy time is all some care about,

What I'd give for those old truckin' days we knew.

And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by,

Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past,

An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear about,

That this trip with wool from Winton is my last.

Goin' home, headin' home.

In both mirrors clearly dear one I can see your honest face,

And our children's cheery eyed at your side,

Through the fog streaked mirrors clearly do I see your sunny smile,

that's my love known since you were first my bride.

Though my eyes are laced with roadmaps and so many years have gone,

Every detail of your features I can see.

And these mirrors bring me mem'ries of the laughter of our kids

As you drove them to some depot to meet me.

And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by,

Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past,

An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear about,

That this trip with wool from Winton is my last.

Goin' home, headin' home.

And I've asked myself a thousand times when I've been on the track,

Just why you've stuck to me through all these years,

As I watched my mirrors blurred by fog I cannot clearly see,

My tyres is it fog or is it tears?

And as my boggies hug the white line while the miles are flying by,

These old mirrors told the story of the past,

And in between the split shift changes to myself I've made this vow,

That this trip with wool from Winton is my last.

Goin' home, headin' home at last.

[From his album: "Lights On the Hill"

Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2010]