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Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog
Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, layin' a strip Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up - A lookin' for Mavis The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it together Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin' I says you wait in the truck boy Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be" I says a cup of yer best and a number three She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone for Sloan I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark I left her a buck, an' he left his heart At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 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' Café Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and tonight's the night Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 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' Café 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 an' old Sloan, I just had my truck warshed She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun But we was gonna have to 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 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' Café 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' Café Eight stools an' 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' Café They got 'em a real nice place there |
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