(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 [Chorus] 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) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com