Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-truckin' Cafe

(bill fries, chip davis)



Well, interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog

Just me an' old sloan (old sloan's my dog)

We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip

Now we spied a sign, says "eat gas now"

We decided to whip in and pick up some chow

At the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe



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Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (a-lookin' for mavis)

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe



Now we've been every place between here and south sioux

And we've seen us a truck-stop waitress or two

But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of bobcats:

She's got it to-gether



Well, she filled my tank; i said "thank you, honey."

Her name was mavis, i gave her the money

Old sloan just set there, watchin' and waggin' and wishin'.

I says, "you wait in the truck, boy."



Then i went inside. she says, "what'll it be?"

I says "a cup of your best and a number three."

She come back with an order to go and a quart of hot c and a bone for sloan.

I said, "much obliged"; old sloan gave a bark

I left her a buck and he left his heart

At the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe



[chorus]

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe



Well, saturday night we was truckin' along

Yeah, me and old sloan was a-gettin' it on

I said, "sloan, i've been thinkin' on a-gettin' up my courage, and tonight's the night"

Well, i popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin

Took the beebeetown ramp and slid on in

To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe



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Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (it never closes)

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe



Well, i got me a stool, took a load off my shoes,

Made mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse

I says, "how'd ya like to go for a ride with me and old sloan? i just had my truck warshed."

She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lot of fun

But we was gonna have ta wait until the dishes was done

And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone?

I said, "why not?"



Well, we geared that tranny into super-low

And the four of us went to see a picture show

Yeah, i took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by pisgah, to see true grit

Saw the late, late show; old sloan hit the sack

And then along about two o'clock i hauled 'em all back

To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe



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Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (eight stools and a promise)

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'

Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (they got a real nice place there)






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