Kinky Friedman - Highway Cafe

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Highway Café
(Kinky Friedman)

(C)She was only a waitress in a highway café 
Poured coffee from dusk until(G7) dawn 
But she was heart broken twenty-four hours a day 
For she longed for her trucker who’d(C) gone. 

(C)“I’ll make you the corned beef on rye” 
She’d sing with a gleam in her(G7) eye. 
The headlights were burning, 
The big wheels were turning, 
Her sweetheart would come bye and(C) bye. 

When he’d park his great semi off Route 64 
She’d blush with a sweet little sigh, 
For at half past eleven he’d walk in the door 
And he’d order her corned beef on rye. 

“I’ll make you the corned beef on rye” 
She’d sing with a gleam in her eye. 
The jukebox was blarin’; 
His soft eyes were starin’, 
The corned beef would come bye and bye. 

All the drivers remember that night, so they say, 
She’d said her farewells to them all, 
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve 
Her suitcase still stood in the hall. 

And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway 
And then two grim Highway Patrolmen came into the place, 
Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor girl 
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words that they said. 

“Oh Curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out like your damned 
 nose up by the predicament tonight ?” 

“Well, d’you know, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!” 

“Now gimme a little joe over here, honey.” 

“Hey man, you don’t suppose that he had a little ol’ hog waitin’ 
 on down the line somewhere, do you ?” 

“Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don’t you know that them truckers they got 
 to take up a little filly at every, every café from here to Las Cruces! 

“Eh, eh. Yeah, don’t they! Ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah ..” 

“Ah ah ah ah ah, he he he he he ...” 

Now there is a small truck-stop on Route 64 
If you happen to be passin’ by, 
But there’s a trucker who never stops in anymore 
And a waitress who wished she knew why. 

“I’ll make you the corned beef on rye” 
She sings with a tear in her eye. 
And as her dark eyes are glistening 
There’s someone who’s listening 
In that highway café in the sky. 

“I’ll make you the corned beef on rye” 
She sings with a tear in her eye. 
And as her dark eyes are glistening 
There’s someone who’s listening 
In that highway café in the sky. 

“I’ll make you the corned beef on rye” 
She sings with a tear in her eye. 
And as her dark eyes are glistening 
There’s someone who’s listening 
In that highway café in the sky. 

“I’ll make you the corned beef on rye” ...

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