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(Kinky Friedman)
She was only a waitress in a highway caf
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker whod gone.
Ill make you the corned beef on rye
Shed sing with a gleam in her eye.
The headlights were burning,
The big wheels were turning,
Her sweetheart would come bye and bye.
When hed park his great semi off Route 64
Shed blush with a sweet little sigh,
For at half past eleven hed walk in the door
And hed order her corned beef on rye.
Ill make you the corned beef on rye
Shed 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,
Shed 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 d*mned nose up by the predicament tonight ?
Well, dyou know, he jack-knifed that son of a b*tch slicker than owl s**t!
Now gimme a little joe over here, honey.
Hey man, you dont suppose that he had a little ol hog waitin on down the line somewhere, do you ?
Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, dont you know that them truckers they got to take up a little filly at every, every caf from here to Las Cruces!
Eh, eh. Yeah, dont 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 theres a trucker who never stops in anymore
And a waitress who wished she knew why.
Ill make you the corned beef on rye
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
Theres someone whos listening
In that highway caf in the sky.
Ill make you the corned beef on rye
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
Theres someone whos listening
In that highway caf in the sky.
Ill make you the corned beef on rye
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
Theres someone whos listening
In that highway caf in the sky.
Ill make you the corned beef on rye ...