Two Pump Texaco

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
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 keeps 'em moving
On down the road
Come back real soon
To his two pump texaco
He's heard about those big city
Shop and 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
Yeah he does
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