(kinky friedman)
She was only a waitress in a cafe Poured coffee from dusk until But she's 24 hours a day For she longed for her trucker gone
"will you make it a beef on rye" He'd sing with a in her eye Oh, the were burning And the big wheels were Her sweetheart would by and by
He'd park his great semi off 64 She'd blush with a sweet sigh For at half past eleven, walk in the door And order a corned on rye
"will you it a corned beef on rye" He'd with a gleam in her eye The was blarin' His eyes were starin' And the corned beef would by and by
All the drivers remember that night, so say She'd said her farewells to all But when the on the clock reached a quarter past twelve Her suitcase still in the hall
And the hours passed by as the trucks passed by out on the highway And then two grim highway patrolmen came the place They shook the rain their hats And as the poor girl brought them their These were the 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 suppose that he had a ol' hog way down the line somewhere, do you?
"hey now, curly, you know 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 wished she why
"oh, it a corned beef on rye" She sings with a in her eye And as her dark are glistening 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 eyes are glistening There's someone who's In that highway in the sky