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Kinky Friedman - Highway Caf lyrics
Kinky Friedman - Highway Caf
She was only a waitress in a highway cafe 
 Poured coffee from dusk until dawn 
 But she's heart-broken 24 hours a day 
 For she longed for her trucker who'd gone 
 "Will you make it a corned beef on rye" 
 He'd sing with a gleam in her eye 
 Oh, the headlights were burning 
 And the big wheels were turning 
 Her sweetheart would come by and by 
 He'd park his great semi off Route 64 
 She'd blush 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 a corned beef on rye" 
 He'd sing with a gleam in her eye 
 The jukebox was blarin' 
 His 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 
 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 
 They shook the rain from their hats 
 And as the poor girl brought them their coffee Kinky Friedman - Highway Caf - http://motolyrics.com/kinky-friedman/highway-caf-lyrics.html
 These were the words that they said 
 "Hey, Curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out 
 Like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight? 
 "Well, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker than owl
 shit! 
"I'll have a chilli dog over here, baby.
 "Hell, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog way
 down the line somewhere, do you? 
 "Hey now, Curly, don't you know that them damn truckers 
 They got to take up a little filly at every cafe from here to
 Las Cruces!" 
 Now there is a small truck-stop on Route 64 
 If you happen to be passin' by 
 There's a trucker that never stops in anymore 
 There's a waitress who wished she knew why 
 "Oh, make it a corned beef on rye" 
 She sings with a tear in her eye 
 And as her dark eyes are glistening 
 There's someone who's listening 
 In that highway cafe in the sky 
 "Oh, we'll make you the corned beef on rye" 
 She sings with a tear in her eye 
 And as her dark eyes are glistening 
 There's someone who's listening 
 In that highway cafe in the sky








