| Song | Two Pump Texaco |
| Artist | Diamond Rio |
| Album | Unbelievable |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dulaney, Thrasher | |
| 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 | |
| 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-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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Dulaney, Thrasher | |
| 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 | |
| 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 shopngo stations | |
| With twenty automated selfservice 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 fillerup, 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 |
| zuò cí : Dulaney, Thrasher | |
| 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 | |
| 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 shopngo stations | |
| With twenty automated selfservice 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 fillerup, 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 |