c w mccall – old home filler-up an’ keep on a-truckin’… lyrics
(bill fries, chip davis)
well, interstate 80, we was cuttin the fog
just me an old sloan (old sloans 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 weve been every place between here and south sioux
and weve seen us a truck-stop waitress or two
but this gals built like a burlap bag full of bobcats:
shes 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, whatll 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, sat-rday night we was truckin along
yeah, me and old sloan was a-gettin it on
i said, sloan, ive been thinkin on a-gettin up my courage, and tonights 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 couldnt refuse
i says, howd 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 oclock 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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