OLD HOME FILLER-UP AN' KEEP ON A-TRUCKIN' CAFÉ
(Bill Fries / Chip Davis)
C.W. McCall - 1975


Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog 
Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog 
We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, 
layin' a strip 
Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now 
We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up) - A lookin' for Mavis 
(The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café) 

Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux 
An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two 
But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it 
together 
Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey 
Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money 
Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin' 

I says you wait in the truck boy 

Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be" 
I says a cup of yer best and a number three 
She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone 
for Sloan 
I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark 
I left her a buck, an' he left his heart 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(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' Café)

Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along 
Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on 
I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and 
tonight's the night 
Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin 
Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up -) It never closes 
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

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 an' old Sloan, I just 
had my truck washed 
She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun 
But we was gonna have to 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 on back 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(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' Café) 

Eight stools an' 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' Café) 

They got 'em a real nice place there