Lyrics:

The spreads up north are pretty big and the western runs are wide
But the brand of the mob with the largest patch, covers the country side
Up the eastern coast an' the far north run Castlemaine to Pacific sea
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T
Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T. Hey!
Sheep, spuds for Roma, general freight, containers for Geelong
The Kenny’s howlin’ when changin’ down the Kirra Ousley run
The Louie Hills are here and gone an' Adelaide by dawn
Palette up and fuelled the log book rules, next stop Highway One. Hey!
Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T
Instrumental
Like that fool on the lonely mule and the golden nuggets roar
Thompson's Transport truck on down an' Shepparton by four
Here's health to the men from Thomo's mob and keep that fun ole tree
Run to the lad who’ll follow his dad haulin' for the Double T
Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig, haulin' for the Double T
(Let’s sing chaps)
Haulin' for the Double T, that's haulin' for the Double T
There's a red and white of Thompson’s rig haulin' for the Double T
Haulin' for the Double T