(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)