(Kinky Friedman)
She was only a in a highway caf Poured coffee from until dawn But she was heart broken hours a day For she longed for her trucker gone. "I'll make you the corned on rye" She'd sing a gleam in her eye. The headlights burning, The big were turning, Her sweetheart would bye and bye.
When he'd his great semi off Route 64 She'd blush with a sweet sigh, For at half past eleven walk in the door And he'd order her beef on rye.
"I'll make you the beef on rye" She'd sing a gleam in her eye. The jukebox was His eyes were starin', The corned would come bye and bye.
All the drivers that night, so they say, said her farewells to them all, But when the hands on the 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 two grim Highway Patrolmen came into the place, Shook the rain their hats and as the poor girl Brought their coffee, she overheard the words that they said.
"Oh Curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out your damned nose up by the predicament tonight ?"
"Well, d'you know, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch than owl shit!"
"Now a little joe over here, honey."
"Hey man, you don't suppose that he had a ol' hog waitin' on down the line somewhere, do you ?"
"Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don't you that them truckers they got to take up a little filly at every, every caf from here to Las Cruces!
"Eh, eh. Yeah, they! Ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah .."
"Ah ah ah ah ah, he he he he he ..."
Now there is a small on Route 64 If you happen to be by, But a trucker who never stops in anymore And a waitress who wished she why.
"I'll make you the corned on rye" She sings with a in her eye. And as her dark eyes are someone who's listening In that caf in the sky.
"I'll you the corned beef on rye" She sings a tear in her eye. And as her dark eyes are There's who's listening In highway caf in the sky.
"I'll make you the beef on rye" She sings a tear in her eye. And as her dark are glistening There's someone listening In highway caf in the sky.
"I'll make you the beef on rye" ...