Cw Mccall Old Home Filler-up An` Keep On A-truckin` Cafe Lyrics

Old Home Filler-up An` Keep On A-truckin` Cafe Lyrics

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)