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(Bill Fries, Chip Davis) |
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Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog |
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Just me an' old Sloan (Old Sloan's my dog) |
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We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip |
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Now we spied a sign, says "Eat Gas Now" |
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We decided to whip in and pick up some chow |
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At the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (a-lookin' for Mavis) |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe |
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Now we've been every place between here and South Sioux |
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And we've seen us a truck-stop waitress or two |
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But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of bobcats: |
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She's got it to-gether |
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Well, she filled my tank; I said "Thank you, honey." |
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Her name was Mavis, I gave her the money |
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Old Sloan just set there, watchin' and waggin' and wishin'. |
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I says, "You wait in the truck, boy." |
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Then I went inside. She says, "What'll it be?" |
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I says "A cup of your best and a number three." |
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She come back with an order to go and a quart of hot C and a bone for Sloan. |
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I said, "Much obliged"; old Sloan gave a bark |
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I left her a buck and he left his heart |
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At the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe |
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Well, Saturday night we was truckin' along |
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Yeah, me and old Sloan was a-gettin' it on |
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I said, "Sloan, I've been thinkin' on a-gettin' up my courage, and tonight's the night" |
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Well, I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin |
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Took the Beebeetown ramp and slid on in |
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To the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (it never closes) |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe |
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Well, I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes, |
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Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse |
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I says, "How'd ya like to go for a ride with me and old Sloan? I just had my truck warshed." |
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She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lot of fun |
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But we was gonna have ta wait until the dishes was done |
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And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone? |
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I said, "Why not?" |
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Well, we geared that tranny into super-low |
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And the four of us went to see a picture show |
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Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see True Grit |
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Saw the late, late show; old Sloan hit the sack |
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And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em all back |
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To the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe (eight stools and a promise) |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' |
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Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe (they got a real nice place there) |
