Tom Waits version of a Kinky Friedman song simple easy and fun From ’The Book Of Moses’ CD I picked up some place Sounds good played Banjo style or you know.... on a banjo Highway Cafe * CAPO 1st FRET * Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe Poured coffee from dusk until dawn But she’s heartbroken twenty-four hours a day For she longed for a trucker who’d gone Will you make it corned beef on rye He’ sing with gleam in his eye Oh the headlights were burnin’ And the big wheels were turnin’ Her sweetheart would come by and by He’d park his great semi off route 64 She’d rush 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 corned beef on rye He’ sing with gleam in her eye Oh the jukebox was blarin’ An’ her 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 Ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve Her suitcase still stood in the hall (Spoken) D And the hours they passed by Even as the trucks passed by on the highway And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place And they shook the rain from their hats And as the poor girl brought ’em their coffee These are the words that that they said ’Hey Curley you see that old diesel flattened out like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight?’ ’Hell He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker ’n’ owl shit’ ’I’ll have a chilli dog over here baby’ ’Hell you don’t suppose he had him a little hog Way on down the line someplace Do ya?’ ’Hey now Curley Don’t you know them damn truckers They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces’ Ha-ha-ha-ha Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64 If you happen to be passin’ by There’s a trucker that never stops in anymore There’s a waitress that wished she knew why Oh make it corned beef on rye She’ sing with tear in her eye And her dark eyes are glistenin’ And someone is listenin’ In that highway cafe in the sky X 2