Two Pump Texaco
He was wipin’ 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
There’s a rusted out Rambler
up on the rack
And a pile of bald Goodyear’s
out in the back
He meets families on vacation,
bikers and businessmen
He calls ‘em “friend” but he’ll
probably never see ‘em again
No he won’t
He sees ‘em come
He sees ‘em go
From the island of his
Two pump Texaco
he deeps ‘em moving
On down the road
Come back real soon
To his two pump Texaco
He's 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
He’s got a sign that says:
“Last chance stop for at least two hundred miles.
Maps, gas, soda pop,
Lucky Strikes and Moon Pies.”
Yeah, he’s a third generation
filler-up, full service man
He thanks the Lord
for that “star” in the sky
and the grease on his hands
He sees ‘em come
He sees ‘em go
From the island of his
Two pump Texaco
It’s like a place we used to know
Come back real soon
To his two pump Texaco
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