Uncle Pete Songtext
von Adam Brand

My Uncle Pete was a trucker, riding down that Nullarbor plain
Ten split gears and an overdrive, chrome stack shooting out flame
He′d throw me up into the cab, my little hands would grip the wheel
And I would dream about the day, I could drive that rig for real

Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten years old and ten feet tall
Waving good bye to the girl next door
Rolling, rolling, today I'm the king of my street
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete

Heading west on Highway One my eyes are glued to the road
The two-way always in my hand and "little buddy", that′s my code
We'd pull into Mick's for a pie and chips, not a brussels sprout in sight
Some yarns to spin as we listen to Slim, then we drive into the night


Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten years old and ten feet tall
Waving good bye to the girl next door
Rolling, rolling, today I′m the king of my street
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete

Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten years old and ten feet tall
Showing off in front of the girl next door
Rolling, rolling, today I′m the king of my street
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete

If I had one wish I'd wanna be
If I had one wish I′d wanna be
If I had one wish I'd wanna be
Like my Uncle Pete