Old Home Filler Up and Keep on Truckin' Cafe Songtext
von C.W. McCall

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)