Lyrics:

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
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 together
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
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 Beebee town ramp and slid on in
To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
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 washed
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 theater 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
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)