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 *   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