Old Home Fillerup An Keep On Atruckin Cafe lyrics

(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

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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`



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