(kinky friedman)
She was only a waitress in a cafe Poured coffee dusk until dawn But she's 24 hours a day For she longed for her trucker who'd
"will you make it a beef on rye" sing with a gleam in her eye Oh, the headlights were And the big wheels turning Her sweetheart come by and by
He'd park his great semi off 64 She'd blush with a sweet little For at half eleven, he'd walk in the door And a corned beef on rye
"will you make it a corned on rye" He'd sing with a in her eye The jukebox was His soft eyes were And the beef would come by and by
All the drivers that night, so they say She'd her farewells to them all But when the hands on the clock reached a past twelve Her suitcase stood in the hall
And the hours passed by as the trucks passed by out on the highway And then two grim highway patrolmen into the place They shook the rain from their And as the poor girl brought their coffee These the words that they said
"hey, curly, did you see that old diesel out Like your damned nose up by the tonight?
"well, he jack-knifed son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!
"i'll have a chilli dog here, baby.
"hell, you don't that he had a little ol' hog way down the line somewhere, do you?
"hey now, curly, don't you that them damn truckers got to take up a little filly at every cafe from here to las cruces!"
Now is a small truck-stop on route 64 If you happen to be by There's a trucker that stops in anymore There's a waitress who she knew why
"oh, it a corned beef on rye" She sings with a in her eye And as her dark are glistening There's someone who's 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 someone listening In highway cafe in the sky