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 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 [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 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)