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Tom Waits version of a Kinky Friedman song simple easy and fun
From 'The Book Of Moses' CD I picked up some place
Sounds good played Banjo style or you know.... on a banjo
Highway Cafe * CAPO 1st FRET *
Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
But she's heartbroken twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for a trucker who'd gone
Will you make it corned beef on rye He' sing with gleam in his eye
Oh the headlights were burnin' And the big wheels were turnin'
Her sweetheart would come by and by
He'd park his great semi off route 64
She'd rush with a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven He'd walk in the door
And order a corned beef on rye
Will you make it corned beef on rye He' sing with gleam in her eye
Oh the jukebox was blarin' An' her soft eyes were starin'
And the corned beef would come by and by
All the drivers remember that night so they say
She'd said her farewells to them all
Ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the hall
(Spoken) D
And the hours they passed by Even as the trucks passed by on the highway
And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place
And they shook the rain from their hats
And as the poor girl brought 'em their coffee
These are the words that that they said
'Hey Curley you see that old diesel flattened out like your
damned nose up by the predicament tonight?'
'Hell He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'
'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'
'Hell you don't suppose he had him a little hog
Way on down the line someplace Do ya?'
'Hey now Curley Don't you know them damn truckers
They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' Ha-ha-ha-ha
Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64
If you happen to be passin' by
There's a trucker that never stops in anymore
There's a waitress that wished she knew why
Oh make it corned beef on rye She' sing with tear in her eye
And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'
In that highway cafe in the sky X 2