(bill frieschip davis)

Wellinterstate 80we 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 signsays "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

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Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (a-lookin' for mavis)
Ohthe 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

Wellshe filled my tank; I said "thank youhoney."
Her name was mavisI gave her the money
Old sloan just set therewatchin' and waggin' and wishin'.
I says"you wait in the truckboy."

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

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Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe

Wellsaturday night we was truckin' along
Yeahme and old sloan was a-gettin' it on
I said"sloanI've been thinkin' on a-gettin' up my courageand tonight's the night"
WellI popped the clutchgave the tranny a spin
Took the beebeetown ramp and slid on in
To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe

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Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (it never closes)
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe

WellI got me a stooltook 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? "

Wellwe geared that tranny into super-low
And the four of us went to see a picture show
YeahI took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by pisgahto see true grit
Saw the latelate 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

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Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (eight stools and a promise)
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Ohthe old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (they got a real nice place there)