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(Kinky Friedman)

She was only a in a highway caf
Poured coffee from until dawn
But she was broken 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 headlights burning,
The big were turning,
Her would come bye and bye.

When he'd park his great semi off 64
She'd with 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 a gleam in her eye.
The jukebox was
His soft eyes starin',
The beef would come bye and bye.

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 past
Her still stood in the hall.

And the hours passed by as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two grim Highway came into the place,
the rain from their hats and as the poor girl
Brought them their coffee, she 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 son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!"

"Now gimme a little joe 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 is a small truck-stop on Route 64
If you to be passin' by,
But a trucker who never stops in anymore
And a who wished she knew why.

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She sings with a in her eye.
And as her eyes are glistening
There's someone 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"
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 make you the beef on rye" ...