C.w. Mccall - Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-truckin' Cafe Lyrics
(bill fries, chip davis)Well, interstate 80, we was cuttin the fogJust me an old sloan (old sloans my dog)We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin a stripNow we spied a sign, says eat gas nowWe decided to whip in and pick up some chowAt the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin cafe[chorus]Oh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckinOh, 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 cafeNow weve been every place between here and south siouxAnd weve seen us a truck-stop waitress or twoBut this gals built like a burlap bag full of bobcats:Shes got it to-getherWell, she filled my tank; I said thank you, honey.Her name was mavis, I gave her the moneyOld 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 barkI left her a buck and he left his heartAt the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin cafe[chorus]Oh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckinOh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckinOh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin cafeWell, saturday night we was truckin alongYeah, me and old sloan was a-gettin it onI said, sloan, Ive been thinkin on a-gettin up my courage, and tonights the nightWell, I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spinTook the beebeetown ramp and slid on inTo the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin cafe[chorus]Oh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckinOh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin (it never closes)Oh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin cafeWell, I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes,Made mavis an offer that she couldnt refuseI 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 funBut we was gonna have ta wait until the dishes was doneAnd 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-lowAnd the four of us went to see a picture showYeah, I took em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by pisgah, to see true gritSaw the late, late show; old sloan hit the sackAnd then along about two oclock I hauled em all backTo the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin cafe[chorus]Oh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckinOh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckinOh, 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-truckinOh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckinOh, the old home filler-up an keep on a-truckin cafe (they got a real nice place there)
