Foggy Mirrors

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C                                            F                D
Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light a smoke
 G                                     C
Then a few miles further on I find a place
 C                                                F                      D
Where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten wheels and check their loads
  G                                   C
Before we start the last leg of this race
 G                                          F                 D
Yes this race to beat the traffic and this race to beat the scales
 G                                   C
And this race to get unloaded early too
 C                                       F              D
Seems our industry's gone crazy time is all some care about
 G                                            C
What I'd give for those old truckin' days we knew

G                                               Am
And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by
           F               G             D
Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past
G                                           Am
An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear a vowel
 F                              G           C
That this trip with wool from Winton is my last
 F         G         C
Goin' home, headin' home

C                                      F               D
In both mirrors clearly dear one I can see your honest face
 G                                      C
And our children's cheery eyed at your side
  C                                            F              D
Through the fog streaked mirrors clearly do I see your sunny smile
 G                                            C
That's my love known since you were first my bride
 C                                             F               D
Though my eyes are laced with roadmaps and so many years have gone
 G                                   C
Every detail of your features I can see
 C                                            F             D
And these mirrors bring me mem'ries of the laughter of our kids
G                                       C
As you drove them to some depot to meet me

G                                               Am
And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by
 F                         G             C
Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past
 G                                          Am
An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear a vowel
 F                              G           C
That this trip with wool from Winton is my last
 F         G         C
Goin' home, headin' home

C                                           F                D
And I've asked myself a thousand times when I've been on the track
 G                                             C
Just why you've stuck to me through all these years
C                                      F                 D
As I watched my mirrors blurred by fog I cannot clearly see
G                             C
My tyres is it fog or is it tears?

G                                               Am
And as my boggies hug the white line while the miles are flying by
 F                          G            D
These old mirrors told the story of the past
 G                                         Am
And in between the split shift changes to myself I've made this vowel
 F                             G            C
That this trip with wool from Winton is my last
 F            G              C
Goin' home, headin' home at last

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