(Michael Dulaney/Neil Thrasher)

(Track 1 - Time 3:55)



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