Highway Cafe

歌詞

(kinky friedman) 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