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(Kinky Friedman)

She was only a waitress in a caf
Poured coffee from dusk dawn
But she was heart twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone.
"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She'd sing a gleam in her eye.
The were burning,
The big were turning,
Her sweetheart come bye and bye.

When he'd his great semi off Route 64
blush with a sweet little sigh,
For at half eleven he'd walk in the door
And order her corned beef on rye.

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She'd sing with a in her eye.
The jukebox was
His soft were starin',
The corned beef would bye and bye.

All the drivers remember 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 passed by even as the passed by out on the highway
And then two grim Highway Patrolmen came the place,
Shook the rain from their 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 like your damned nose up by the tonight ?"

"Well, d'you know, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 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 know that them truckers they got to take up a little filly at every, every caf from 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 a trucker who never stops in anymore
And a waitress who she knew why.

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye.
And as her dark are glistening
There's who's listening
In that caf in the sky.

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She with 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
someone who's listening
In that caf in the sky.

"I'll you the corned beef on rye" ...