Highway Caf

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

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