Cisco Clifton Had A Fillin Station

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Cisco Clifton had a fillin' station About a mile and a half from town
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Most cars passed unless they were out of gas So Cisco was always around
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Regular gas was all that it sold Except tobacco matches and oil
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Other than that he fixed lots of flats Keepin' Cisco rough hands soiled
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He'd wipe the gas and check the air In a hundred times a day
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He patiently gave directions On how to get to the state highway
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Usually he'd give 'em water Or a tire or two some air
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And once a big black Cadillac Spent seven dollars there
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He'd give anybody anything they'd ask And lend anything he had
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His tools are tires bumper jacks or wire To the good ones or the bad
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In wintertime there was a depot stove And a table for a checker game
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And every mornin' at sunup The same checker players came
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So Cisco Clifton's fillin' station Was always in the red
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Personal loans were personally gone But never a word was said
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One mornin' at eight, them checker players Heard a big bulldozer roar like a freight
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And Cisco said I hope my kids stay fed When they build that Interstate
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He'd managed to pay for property Where his little fillin' station sat
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And friends still came for checker game So Cisco settled for that
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He wouldn't say so but Cisco knew That the Interstate was too much to fight
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But to keep his will and to pay his bills He did odd jobs at night
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He still opened up at sunrise And the checker game went on
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The cars flew past on highest gas And the neighbors had sold out and gone

If a car ever did go by he was lost

And if they stopped they were treated the same
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So at Cisco Clifton's fillin' station There's a howdy and a checker game