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?
 I just had my truck washed
 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 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 all back
 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'
 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)