Lyrics Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe - C.W. McCall

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 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
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
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
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)