(Kinky Friedman)
She was a waitress in a highway caf Poured coffee from until dawn But she was broken twenty-four hours a day For she longed for her who'd gone. "I'll you the corned beef on rye" She'd sing with a in her eye. The were burning, The big wheels turning, Her sweetheart come bye and bye.
he'd park his great semi off Route 64 She'd blush a sweet little sigh, For at half past eleven he'd walk in the And he'd her corned beef on rye.
"I'll make you the beef on rye" She'd sing with a in her eye. The jukebox was His soft eyes starin', The beef would come bye and bye.
All the drivers remember that night, so say, She'd said her to them all, But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter twelve Her still stood in the hall.
And the hours by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway And then two grim Patrolmen came into the place, Shook the rain their hats and as the poor girl Brought them coffee, she overheard the words that they said.
"Oh Curly, did you see that old flattened out like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight ?"
"Well, d'you know, he jack-knifed that son of a slicker than owl shit!"
"Now a little joe over here, honey."
"Hey man, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog waitin' on down the somewhere, do you ?"
"Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don't you know that them truckers they got to take up a little 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 truck-stop on 64 If you to be passin' by, But there's a trucker who never stops in And a waitress who wished she why.
"I'll make you the corned on rye" She with a tear in her eye. And as her eyes are glistening There's someone who's In highway caf in the sky.
"I'll you the corned beef on rye" She sings a tear in her eye. And as her eyes are glistening someone who's listening In highway caf in the sky.
"I'll make you the corned on rye" She sings with a in her eye. And as her eyes are glistening There's who's listening In that caf in the sky.
"I'll make you the corned on rye" ...