This is sung to Slim Dusty's Lights On The Hill
The windscreen wipers,
Are a beating in time..
The dust from the stope,
Is clouding my mind...
As the rock rolling over the rill,
Are a coming for me...
I can feel the loader start a shifting,
I crap my pants...
If I’ve got to bail out in a hurry,
I’ve got no chance...
Well I’m over the edge,
And down the other side...
They’ve shifted the bund,
And I damn near died...
As the rock rolling over the rill,
Are a coming for me...
But I put the pedal to the metal,
And I give it all it’s got...
The wheels start a spinning,
And the turbo’s red hot...
As the rocks rolling over the rill,
Are a coming for me...
A few hail Mary’s,
And I’m over the top...
I didn’t look back,
I was frightened to stop...
As the rocks rolling over the rill,
Are a coming for me...
My heart stopped racing,
And my colours coming back...
I need to take five,
Get my life on track...
As the rocks rolling over the rill,
Are a coming for me...
I then called up the shift boss,
And I spun him a line...
He said I was bloody stupid,
And out of my mind...
As the rocks rolling over the rill,
Are a coming for me...
Well I’m down at the bar,
And I’m having an ale...
I’ve spun a few yarns,
And I’ve told a few tales...
About the the rocks rolling over the rill,
That were a coming for me...
Len Newey