(kinky friedman)
She was a waitress in a highway cafe Poured coffee from dusk dawn But she's heart-broken 24 a day For she longed for her who'd gone
"will you make it a beef on rye" He'd sing with a in her eye Oh, the headlights burning And the big were turning Her sweetheart would by and by
He'd park his semi off route 64 She'd blush with a little sigh For at half past eleven, walk in the door And order a corned on rye
"will you make it a beef on rye" sing with a gleam in her eye The was blarin' 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 when the hands on the clock reached a quarter twelve Her still stood in the hall
And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the And then two grim highway patrolmen into the place They shook the rain their hats And as the poor girl brought their coffee These were the that they said
"hey, curly, did you see that old flattened out Like your damned up by the predicament tonight?
"well, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch than owl shit!
"i'll a chilli dog over here, baby.
"hell, you don't suppose that he had a ol' hog way down the line somewhere, do you?
"hey now, curly, don't you know that them truckers They got to take up a little filly at every from here to las cruces!"
Now is a small truck-stop on route 64 If you to be passin' by There's a trucker that never in anymore There's a waitress who she knew why
"oh, make it a beef on rye" She with a tear in her eye And as her dark eyes are someone who's listening In that highway in the sky
"oh, make you the corned beef on rye" She sings with a in her eye And as her dark eyes are There's someone who's In highway cafe in the sky