Lyric 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
[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)
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)
