Verse 1 We were kids on a bridge-buildin’ worksite, Living rough in an old school bus. Dust on our feet in the morning sun, And Trixie always running with us. A blue cattle dog with a steady stride, Padding softly along the track Wherever our little legs wandered off, She was sure to bring us back. Chorus Oh Trixie, loyal old girl, Guarding us day and night. A mate in the scrub, a friend on the road, Keeping us safe and right. Through heat and storm and driving rain, She followed without a sound Trixie, our blue cattle dog, Best bush mate we ever found. Verse 2 She’d greet the crew with a wagging tail, Happy as the morning breeze But when Don came walking over, She’d stiffen and stare at his knees. A low soft growl was her warning call, “Kids, stay close to me.” And until he moved a fair way off, She’d stand there firm as a tree. Chorus Oh Trixie, loyal old girl, Guarding us day and night. A mate in the scrub, a friend on the road, Keeping us safe and right. Through heat and storm and driving rain, She followed without a sound Trixie, our blue cattle dog, Best bush mate we ever found. Bridge Then the bridge was finally finished, The last bolt tightened down And Don was set to drive us all Back to the old home town. No more running wild and barefoot, No more river sand to roam But Trixie climbed aboard that bus, ’Cause wherever we went was home. Final Chorus Oh Trixie, loyal old girl, Guarding us day and night. A mate in the scrub, a friend on the road, Keeping us safe and right. From outback dust to city streets, She walked beside us proud Trixie, our blue cattle dog, Still the best bush mate around.
