Two Pump Texaco

Written：Michael Dulaney/Neil Thrasher
He was wipin motor oil off her dipstick
She was pullin on the hair that got caught in her lipstick
And with the smell of her perfume he forgot the smell of gasoline
As he was toppin off her tank she said, 'how far to abilene?'
He sees em come
He sees em go
From the island of his
Two pump texaco
Theres a rusted out rambler up on the rack
And a pile of bald goodyears out in the back
He meets families on vacation, bikers and businessmen
He calls em 'friend' but hell probably never see em again
No he wont
He sees em come
He sees em go
From the island of his
Two pump texaco
He keeps em moving
On down the road
Come back real soon
To his two pump texaco
Hes heard about those big city shop-n-go stations
With twenty automated self-service machines
He just feels sorry for them big city people
They must not know what service really means
Hes got a sign that says
Last chance stop for at least two hundred miles
Maps, gas, soda pop,
Lucky strikes and moon pies
Yeah, hes a third generation filler-up, full service man
He thanks the lord for that 'star' in the sky and the grease on his hands
Yeah he does
He sees em come
He sees em go
From the island of his
Two pump texaco
Its like a place we used to know
Come back real soon
To his two pump texaco