Fillin’ Station

Well, I stop and check my oil
Fill up my tank with gas
While the hood’s up, I look at the water
It’s a-hot and I’m a travelin’ fast

While I’m in the bathroom
I drop a quarter in the fun machine
Stick the little box in my pocket
‘Til I see my baby again

Fillin’ station fill-up
Wipe my windshield clean
Fuel station fuel-up
Me and my machine

Have a coke and a smoke and your heart broke
By the lady at the till
Talk about the weather
With a man from Bunker Hill

See how many miles
You’ve done and it’s only noon
Make a note to have your radiator
Flushed out soon

Ninety in the shade
Hundred in the sun
These days without a drop of rain
They say has just begun

Tap your rear-view mirror
Cuz now I’m sittin’ up tall
Seven hundred miles
I’m the Wabash Cannonball

Giddy up, giddy up doggie
What does it all mean?
This train don’t stop for liars or sinners
It stops for Dairy Queen

Fillin’ station fill-up
Wipe my windshield clean
Fuel station fuel-up
Me and my machine

(lyrics: Dan Bern)

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