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Old Home Filler-up An’ Keep On-a-truckin’ Cafe Lyrics By C W Mccall

    well interstate 80
    we was cuttin’ the fog
    just me and old sloan
    old sloan’s my dog
    we had a eighteen wheeler
    with ten on the floor and a stereo
    layin’ a strip

    then we spied a sign
    says eat and gas now
    we decided to whip in and pick up some chow
    at the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe

    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup alookin’ for mavis
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe

    now i’ve been every place ‘tween 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 together
    well she filled my tank
    i said thank you honey
    name was mavis
    i gave her the money
    old sloan just sat there
    watchin’ 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
    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 fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe

    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe

    well saturday night and we was truckin’ along
    yeah me and old sloan was agettin’ it on
    i said sloan i been thinkin’ on agettin’ 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 fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe

    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup it never closes
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ 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 you like to go for a ride with me and old sloan
    i just had my truck washed
    she allowed as how that sounded like a whole lotta fun
    but we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done
    and was it alright 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 took ’em to the drivein 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 fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe

    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe
    eight stools and a promise

    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’
    oh the old home fillerup an’ keep on atruckin’ cafe
    they got a real nice place there

    Artist: C W Mccall

    Year: 1974

    Decade: 70s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 334