Kinky Friedman - Highway Caf Lyrics
(kinky friedman)She was only a waitress in a highway cafePoured coffee from dusk until dawnBut shes heart-broken 24 hours a dayFor she longed for her trucker whod goneWill you make it a corned beef on ryeHed sing with a gleam in her eyeOh, the headlights were burningAnd the big wheels were turningHer sweetheart would come by and byHed park his great semi off route 64Shed blush with a sweet little sighFor at half past eleven, hed walk in the doorAnd order a corned beef on ryeWill you make it a corned beef on ryeHed sing with a gleam in her eyeThe jukebox was blarinHis soft eyes were starinAnd the corned beef would come by and byAll the drivers remember that night, so they sayShed said her farewells to them allBut when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelveHer suitcase still stood in the hallAnd the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highwayAnd then two grim highway patrolmen came into the placeThey shook the rain from their hatsAnd as the poor girl brought them their coffeeThese were the words that they saidHey, curly, did you see that old diesel flattened outLike your damned nose up by the predicament tonight?Well, he jack-knifed that son of a ***** slicker than owl shit!Ill have a chilli dog over here, baby.Hell, you dont suppose that he had a little ol hog way down the line somewhere, do you?Hey now, curly, dont you know that them damn truckersThey got to take up a little filly at every cafe from here to las cruces!Now there is a small truck-stop on route 64If you happen to be passin byTheres a trucker that never stops in anymoreTheres a waitress who wished she knew whyOh, make it a corned beef on ryeShe sings with a tear in her eyeAnd as her dark eyes are glisteningTheres someone whos listeningIn that highway cafe in the skyOh, well make you the corned beef on ryeShe sings with a tear in her eyeAnd as her dark eyes are glisteningTheres someone whos listeningIn that highway cafe in the sky
