Two Pump Texaco

He was wiping motor oil off the dipstick
She was pulling on a hair that got caught in her lipstick
And with the smell of her perfume, she forgot the smell of gasoline
As he was topping off the tank, she said, "How far to Abilene?"
Yeah, she did

He sees 'em come, he sees 'em go
From the island of his two pump Texaco

There's a rusted out Rambler up on a rack
And a pile of bald Goodyears out in the back
He meets families on vacation, bikers and businessmen
He calls 'em friends, 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's heard about the big city shop and go station
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 and Lucky Strikes and Moon Pie"
Yeah, he's a third generation fill 'er up full service man
He thanks the Lord for that star in the sky
And the grease on his hands
Yes, 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
They'll come back soon
To his two pump Texaco

Two pump Texaco
Oh, his two pump Texaco
Mmm, the two pump Texaco