Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

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 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 together 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 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 Beebee town 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 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 washed 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 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 all 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)