Mcall C W - Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe - Sözleri

(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 





[Chorus]


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 





[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 (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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