Kinky Friedman — HIghway Cafe
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She was only a waitress in a highway café
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker who'd gone
¡°i'll make you the corned beef on rye¡±
She'd sing with a gleam in her eye
The headlights were burning
The big wheels were turning
Her sweetheart would come bye and bye
When he'd park his great semi off route 64
She'd blush with a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven he'd walk in the door
And he'd order her corned beef on rye
¡°i'll make you the corned beef on rye¡±
She'd sing with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was blarin';
His soft eyes were starin'
The corned beef would come bye and bye
All the drivers remember that night, so they say
She'd said her farewells to them all
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the hall
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker who'd gone
¡°i'll make you the corned beef on rye¡±
She'd sing with a gleam in her eye
The headlights were burning
The big wheels were turning
Her sweetheart would come bye and bye
When he'd park his great semi off route 64
She'd blush with a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven he'd walk in the door
And he'd order her corned beef on rye
¡°i'll make you the corned beef on rye¡±
She'd sing with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was blarin';
His soft eyes were starin'
The corned beef would come bye and bye
All the drivers remember that night, so they say
She'd said her farewells to them all
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the hall
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