old home filler-up & keep on a-truckin’ cafe lyrics – c.w. mccall

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

[chorus]
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, sat*rday 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”
well, i popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin
took the beebeetown ramp and slid on in
to 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’ (it never closes)
oh, the old home filler-up an’ keep on a-truckin’ 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 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?”

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 the-a-ter 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 all back
to 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 (eight stools and 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’ cafe (they got a real nice place there)

/ c w mccall lyrics