C.w. MccallOld Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'…

(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, saturday 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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