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Lyrics by: Chip Davis, C.W. McCall
# Debut Chart
54 Jun '74 Hot 100
19 Jul '74 Country

Lyrics

Well, Interstate 80 We was cutting the fog Just me and old Sloan Old Sloan's my dog) We had a eighteen-wheeler With ten on the floor And stereo laying 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 And keep on a-trucking cafe Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking (Ah, looking for Mavis) Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking cafe


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Now we've been every place Between here and South Sioux And we've seen us a Truckstop 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 Watching and wagging and wishing 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 And keep on a-trucking cafe Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking cafe Well, Saturday night We was truckin' along Yeah, me and old Sloan Was a-getting it on I said, Sloan, I've been thinking On a-getting up my courage And tonight's the night Well, I popped the clutch Gave the tranny a spin Took the B.B. Town ramp And slid on in To the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking cafe Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking (It never closes) Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking 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 you like to go For a ride with me and old Sloan I just had my truck warshed She allowed as how it sounded Like a whole lot of 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 Pisdah 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 And keep on a-trucking cafe [repeat CHORUS] Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking cafe (Eight stools and a promise) Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking Oh, the old home filler-up And keep on a-trucking cafe (They got a real nice place there)

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