Old Home Filler-Up An’ Keep On A-Truckin’ Cafe C.W. McCall

Well, Interstate 80
We was cuttin' the fog
Just me and Old Sloan
(Old Sloan's my dog)
We had a eighteen wheeler
With ten on the floor and a stereo
Layin' a strip

Then we spied a sign
Says "Eat and 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 (a-lookin' for Mavis)
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

Now I've been every place 'tween 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"
Name was Mavis
I gave her the money
Old Sloan just sat there
Watchin', waggin', and wishin'
I says, "You wait in the truck, boy"