Lyrics:

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

well, Interstate 80, We Was Cuttin' The Fog
just Me An' Old Sloan (Old Sloan's My Dog)
we Had An Eighteen-Wheeler With Ten On The Floor And Stereo Layin' 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 An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

[chorus]
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (A-Lookin' For Mavis)
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

now We've Been Every Place Between Here And South Sioux
and We've Seen Us A Truck-Stop Waitress Or Two
but This Gal's Built Like A Burlap Bag Full Of Bobcats
she's Got It To-Gether

well, She Filled My Tank; I Said 'thank You, Honey.'
her Name Was Mavis, I Gave Her The Money
old Sloan Just Set There, Watchin' And Waggin' And Wishin'.
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 An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

[chorus]
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

well, Saturday Night We Was Truckin' Along
yeah, Me And Old Sloan Was A-Gettin' It On
i Said, 'sloan, I've Been Thinkin' On A-Gettin' Up My Courage, And Tonight's The Night'
well, I Popped The Clutch, Gave The Tranny A Spin
took The Beebeetown Ramp And Slid On In
to The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

[chorus]
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (It Never Closes)
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' 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 Ya 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 Ta 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 The-A-Ter Over By Pisgah, To See True Grit
saw The Late, Late Show; Old Sloan Hit The Sack
and Then Along About Two O'clock I Hauled 'em All Back
to The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

[chorus]
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe (Eight Stools And A Promise)
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe (They Got A Real Nice Place There)