Highway Cafe

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 * D well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe A poured coffee from dusk until dawn A but she’s heartbroken twenty - four hours a day D for she longed for a trucker who’d gone D A will you make it a corned beef on rye , he’d sing with a gleam in his eye A G oh the headlights were burnin’ , and the big wheels were turnin’ G A D her sweetheart would come by and by D he’d park his great semi off route 64 A she’d rush with a sweet little sigh A for at half past eleven , he’d walk in the door D and order a corned beef on rye D A will you make it a corned beef on rye , he’d sing with a gleam in her eye A G oh the jukebox was blarin’ an’ her soft eyes were starin’ G A D and the corned beef would come by and by D all the drivers remember that night so they say A she’d said her farewells to them all A ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve D her suitcase still stood in the hall ( spoken ) D and the hours they passed by , even as the trucks passed by on the highway A 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 D these are the words that that they said D ’hey curley , you see that old diesel flattened out like your A damned nose up by the predicament tonight?’ A ’hell , he jack - knifed that son of a bitch slicker ’n’ owl shit’ D ’i’ll have a chilli dog over here baby’ D ’hell , you don’t suppose he had him a little hog A way on down the line someplace , do ya?’ A ’hey now curley , don’t you know them damn truckers D they got a little filly in every cafe from here to los cruces’ ha - ha - ha - ha D now there is a small truck - stop off route 64 A if you happen to be passin’ by A there’s a trucker that never stops in anymore D there’s a waitress that wished she knew why D A oh make it a corned beef on rye , she’d sing with a tear in her eye A G and her dark eyes are glistenin’ and someone is listenin’ G A D in that highway cafe in the sky x 2