Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-truckin' Cafe Lyrics - C.w. Mccall

(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)