(kinky friedman)
She was a waitress in a highway cafe Poured coffee from dusk until But she's heart-broken 24 a day For she longed for her trucker gone
"will you it a corned beef on rye" He'd sing a gleam in her eye Oh, the headlights were And the big wheels were Her sweetheart come by and by
He'd park his great off route 64 She'd with a sweet little sigh For at half past eleven, he'd in the door And a corned beef on rye
"will you it a corned beef on rye" He'd with a gleam in her eye The jukebox was His soft eyes starin' And the corned beef come by and by
All the drivers remember night, so they say She'd said her farewells to all But the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve Her suitcase still in the hall
And the hours by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the They shook the rain their hats And as the poor girl brought them their These were the words that said
"hey, curly, did you see old diesel flattened out Like your damned up by the predicament tonight?
"well, he jack-knifed son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!
"i'll have a dog over here, baby.
"hell, you don't that he had a little ol' hog way down the line somewhere, do you?
"hey now, curly, you know that them damn truckers They got to take up a little filly at every from here to las cruces!"
Now there is a truck-stop on route 64 If you happen to be by There's a trucker never stops in anymore a waitress who wished she knew why
"oh, make it a corned on rye" She sings with a in her eye And as her dark eyes are There's who's listening In highway cafe in the sky
"oh, we'll make you the corned on rye" She sings a tear in her eye And as her dark are glistening There's who's listening In that highway in the sky