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 with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip
Now we spied a sign, "Eat Gas Now"
We to whip in and pick up some chow
At the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

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

Now we've every place between here and South Sioux
And we've seen us a waitress or two
But this built 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 gave her the
Old Sloan set there, watchin' and waggin' and wishin'.
I says, "You in the truck, boy."

I went inside. She says, "What'll it be?"
I "A cup of your 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 Sloan gave a
I left her a and he left his heart
At the Old Home 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'
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Well, night we was truckin' along
Yeah, me and old was a-gettin' it on
I said, "Sloan, I've been on a-gettin' up my courage, and tonight's the night"
Well, I popped the clutch, the tranny a spin
Took the Beebeetown ramp and 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 Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin' (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 Mavis an offer 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 allowed as how it like a whole lot of fun
But we was have ta wait 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 tranny super-low
And the of us went to see a picture show
Yeah, I took 'em to the 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 Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

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