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

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

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

Well, she filled my tank; I "Thank you, honey."
Her was Mavis, I gave 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 best and a three."
She come back with an order to go and a quart of hot C and a for Sloan.
I said, "Much obliged"; old Sloan a bark
I her a buck and he left his heart
At the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

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

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

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

Well, I got me a stool, a load off my shoes,
Made an offer that she couldn't refuse
I says, "How'd ya like to go for a ride me and old Sloan? I just had my truck warshed."
She allowed as how it like a whole lot of fun
But we was gonna have ta wait until the dishes was
And was it all right with me if she along her mother as a chaperone?
I said, "Why not?"

Well, we that tranny into super-low
And the four of us to see a picture show
Yeah, I 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see True Grit
Saw the late, late old Sloan hit the sack
And then along two o'clock I hauled '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 Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (eight stools and a promise)
Oh, the Old Home 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 (they got a real nice place there)