Luyện nghe bài hát Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, 80, we was cuttin' the fog
Just me an' old Sloan (Old my dog)
We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo a strip
Now we spied a sign, "Eat Gas Now"
We decided to whip in and pick up some
At the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin' (a-lookin' for Mavis)
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Now we've been every place between here and South
And we've us a truck-stop waitress or two
But this gal's like a burlap bag full of bobcats:
got it to-gether

Well, she my tank; I said "Thank you, honey."
Her name was Mavis, I her the money
Old just set there, watchin' and waggin' and wishin'.
I says, "You in the truck, boy."

I went inside. She says, "What'll it be?"
I says "A cup of your and a number three."
She come back with an order to go and a of hot C and a bone for Sloan.
I said, "Much obliged"; old gave a bark
I left her a buck and he left his
At the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

Well, night we was truckin' along
Yeah, me and old was a-gettin' it on
I said, "Sloan, I've been thinkin' on up my courage, and tonight's the night"
Well, I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a
Took the Beebeetown and slid on in
To the Old Home Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin' Cafe

Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin' (it never closes)
Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

Well, I got me a stool, took a off my shoes,
Made 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 warshed."
She as how it sounded like a whole lot of fun
But we was gonna ta wait until the dishes was done
And was it all right with me if she along her mother as a chaperone?
I said, "Why not?"

Well, we geared that tranny into
And the four of us to see a picture show
Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see Grit
Saw the late, show; old Sloan hit the sack
And then along about two o'clock I 'em all back
To the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe (eight stools and a promise)
Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe (they got a real nice place there)