C.w. Mccall - Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On Truckin' Cafe lyrics

Well, Interstate 80 We was cuttin' the fog Just me and Old Sloan (Old Sloan's my dog) We had a eighteen wheeler With ten on the floor and a stereo Layin' a strip Then we spied a sign Says "Eat and Gas Now" We decided to whip in and pick up some chow At the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up (a-lookin' for Mavis) Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe Now I've been every place 'tween 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" Name was Mavis I gave her the money Old Sloan just sat there Watchin', 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 3" 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 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 and we was truckin' along Yeah, me and Old Sloan was a-gettin' it on I said, "Sloan, I 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 Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up (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 you like to go for a ride with me and Old Sloan? I just had my truck washed" She allowed as how that sounded like a whole lotta fun But we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done And was it alright 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, took 'em to the drive-in theater 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 on back To the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe 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)