G D
G Dm

[Verse]
G       D       G        D        G        D G D
He was wipin' motor oil off her dipstick
G        D              G        D                   G      D G D
She was pullin' on the hair that got caught in her lipstick
               G              D        G                    D  G   D G D
And with the smell of her perfume he forgot the smell of gasoline
          G               D          G                D     G  D G
As he was toppin' off her tank she said, "How far to Abilene?"

[Chorus]
Em           C    D           G
He sees 'em come, he sees 'em go
Em         C           D
From the island of his two pump Texaco

[Instrumental]
G Dm G D

[Verse 2]
G         D          G       D           G D G
There's a rusted out rambler up on the rack
G       D          G                           D G D
And a pile of bald Goodyear's out in the back
           G            D       G           D   G     Dm G
He meets families on vacation, bikers and businessmen
G                                              D         G
He calls 'em friend, but he'll probably never see 'em again
D         G
No, he won't

[Chorus]
Em           C    D           G
He sees 'em come, he sees 'em go
Em         C           D
From the island of his two pump Texaco
Em           C    D           G
He keeps 'em movin' on down the road
Em               C          D
Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco

[Instrumental]
Em C D G
Em C D

[Bridge]
Bm                               C
He's heard about those big city shop 'n' go stations
     G                      D
With twenty automated self service machines
 Em                          Bm
He just feels sorry for them big city people
       C                   D
They must not know what service really means
He's got a sign that says

[Verse]
G            D             G         D    G       D G D
Last chance stop for at least two hundred miles
G           D           G              D    G    D G
Maps, gas, soda pop, Lucky Strikes and moon pies
               G                                          D G
Yeah, he's a third generation filler up, full service man
               G
He thanks the Lord for that star in the sky
           D           G                D
And the grease on his hands, yeah, he does

[Chorus]
Em           C    D           G
He sees 'em come, he sees 'em go
Em         C           D
From the island of his two pump Texaco
Em           C    D           G
He keeps 'em movin' on down the road
Em               C          D
Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco