Two Pump Texaco

He was wipin' motor oil off her dipstick
 She was pullin' on the hair that got caught in her lipstick
 And with the smell of her perfume
 He forgot the smell of gasoline
 As he was toppin' off her tank
 She said, "How far to Abilene?"
 He sees 'em come
 He sees 'em go
 From the island of his
 Two pump Texaco
 There's a rusted out Rambler up on the rack
 And a pile of bald Goodyear's out in the back
 He meets families on vacation, bikers and businessmen
 He calls 'em "friend" but he'll probably never see 'em again
 No he won't
 He sees 'em come
 He sees 'em go
 From the island of his
 Two pump Texaco
 He keeps 'em moving
 On down the road
 Come back real soon
 To his two pump Texaco
 He's heard about those big city shop-n-go stations
 With twenty automated self-service machines
 He just feels sorry for them big city people
 They must not know what service really means
 He's got a sign that says
 "Last chance stop for at least two hundred miles"
 Maps, gas, soda pop
 Lucky Strikes and Moon Pies
 Yeah, he's a third generation filler-up, full service man
 He thanks the Lord for that "star" in the sky
 And the grease on his hands
 Yeah he does
 He sees 'em come
 He sees 'em go
 From the island of his
 Two pump Texaco
 It's like a place we used to know
 Come back real soon
 To his two pump Texaco
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 May I help you ma'am?
 Sure, rev her up there
 Now it sounds to me like- what's that?
 Aw, it won't be mud rush