Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

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

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 together

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

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

Well, I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin

Took the Beebee town ramp and slid on in

To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe

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?