C.w. Mccall - Old Home Filler Up and Keep on Truckin' Cafe by C.W. McCall lyrics

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 --- .