Old Home Filler-Up An’ Keep On A-Truckin’ Cafe – C.W. McCall – letras

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin’ the fogJust me an’ old Sloan (Old Sloan’s my dog)We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin’ a stripNow we spied a sign, says « Eat Gas Now »We decided to whip in and pick up some chowAt 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’ CafeNow we’ve been every place between here and South SiouxAnd we’ve seen us a truck-stop waitress or twoBut this gal’s built like a burlap bag full of bobcats:She’s got it to-getherWell, she filled my tank; I said « Thank you, honey. »Her name was Mavis, I gave her the moneyOld 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 barkI left her a buck and he left his heartAt 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’ CafeWell, Saturday night we was truckin’ alongYeah, me and old Sloan was a-gettin’ it onI 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 spinTook the Beebeetown ramp and slid on inTo 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’ CafeWell, I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes,Made Mavis an offer that she couldn’t refuseI 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 funBut we was gonna have ta wait until the dishes was doneAnd 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-lowAnd the four of us went to see a picture showYeah, I took ’em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see True GritSaw the late, late show; old Sloan hit the sackAnd then along about two o’clock I hauled ’em all backTo 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)