Intro Verse 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 Instrumental verse 2 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 movin' on down the road Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco Instrumental Bridge 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 Verse 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 He keeps 'em movin' on down the road Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco