(bill fries, chip davis)



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



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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 to-gether



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



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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,