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(Kinky Friedman)
She was only a waitress in a highway café
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker whoâd gone.
âIâll make you the corned beef on ryeâ
Sheâd sing with a gleam in her eye.
The headlights were burning,
The big wheels were turning,
Her sweetheart would come bye and bye.
When heâd park his great semi off Route 64
Sheâd blush with a sweet little sigh,
For at half past eleven heâd walk in the door
And heâd order her corned beef on rye.
âIâll make you the corned beef on ryeâ
Sheâd sing with a gleam in her eye.
The jukebox was blarinâ;
His soft eyes were starinâ,
The corned beef would come bye and bye.
All the drivers remember that night, so they say,
Sheâd 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.
âOh Curly, did you see that old diesel
flattened out like your damned nose up by the
predicament tonight ?â
âWell, dâyou know, he jack-knifed that son of
a bitch slicker than owl shit!â
âNow gimme a little joe over here, honey.â
âHey man, you donât suppose that he had a
little olâ hog waitinâ on down the line
somewhere, do you ?â
âOh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, donât you know that
them truckers they got to take up a little filly
at every, every café from here to Las Cruces!
âEh, eh. Yeah, donât they! Ah ah ah ah ah, ah
ah ah ah ah ..â
âAh ah ah ah ah, he he he he he ...â
Now there is a small truck-stop on Route 64
If you happen to be passinâ by,
But thereâs a trucker who never stops in
anymore
And a waitress who wished she knew why.
âIâll make you the corned beef on ryeâ
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
Thereâs someone whoâs listening
In that highway café in the sky.
âIâll make you the corned beef on ryeâ
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
Thereâs someone whoâs listening
In that highway café in the sky.
âIâll make you the corned beef on ryeâ
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
Thereâs someone whoâs listening
In that highway café in the sky.
âIâll make you the corned beef on ryeâ ...
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