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

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, Interstate 80, we was the fog
Just me an' old Sloan (Old my dog)
We had an with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip
Now we spied a sign, "Eat Gas Now"
We decided to in and pick up some chow
At 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' (a-lookin' for Mavis)
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin' Cafe

Now we've been every place between and South Sioux
And we've seen us a waitress or two
But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of
She's got it

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

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

Well, night we was truckin' along
Yeah, me and old Sloan was it on
I said, "Sloan, been thinkin' on a-gettin' 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 An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On (it never closes)
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' 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 with me and old Sloan? I had my truck warshed."
She allowed as how it sounded a whole lot of fun
But we was gonna have ta until the dishes was done
And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a
I said, "Why not?"

Well, we geared that into super-low
And the four of us went to see a show
Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see True
Saw the late, show; old Sloan hit the sack
And along about two o'clock I hauled 'em all back
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'
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 Home Filler-Up An' Keep On
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin' Cafe (they got a real nice place there)