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ACisco Clifton had a fillin' station About a mile and a half from town Most cars passed unless they were out of gas So CiEsco was always arAound ARegular gas was all that it sold Except tobacco matches and oil Other than that he fixed lots of flats Keepin' Cisco rEough hands soiAled AHe'd wipe the gas and check the air In a hundred times a day He patiently gave directions On how to get to the stEate higAhway AUsually he'd give 'em water Or a tire or two some air And once a big black Cadillac Spent seEven dollars thAere AHe'd give anybody anything they'd ask And lend anything he had His tools are tires bumper jacks or wire To the goEod ones or the bAad AIn wintertime there was a depot stove And a table for a checker game And every mornin' at sunup The same chEecker players caAme ASo Cisco Clifton's fillin' station Was always in the red Personal loans were personally gone But neEver a word was sAaid AOne mornin' at eight, them checker players Heard a big bulldozer roar like a freight And Cisco said I hope my kids stay fed When they buEild that InterAstate AHe'd managed to pay for property Where his little fillin' station sat And friends still came for checker game So CiEsco settled for tAhat AHe wouldn't say so but Cisco knew That the Interstate was too much to fight But to keep his will and to pay his bills He did oEdd jobs at niAght AHe still opened up at sunrise And the checker game went on The cars flew past on highest gas And the neighbors had sEold out and gAone
If a car ever did go by he was lost And if they stopped they were treated the same
So at Cisco Clifton's fillin' station There's a hoEwdy and a checker gAame