Tom: D
D
Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe
A
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
A
But she's heartbroken twenty-four hours a day
D
For she longed for a trucker who'd gone
D A
Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his eye
A G
Oh the headlights were burnin', And the big wheels were turnin'
G A D
Her sweetheart would come by and by
D
He'd park his great semi off route 64
A
She'd rush with a sweet little sigh
A
For at half past eleven, He'd walk in the door
D
And order a corned beef on rye
D A
Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her eye
A G
Oh the jukebox was blarin' An' her soft eyes were starin'
G A D
And the corned beef would come by and by
D
All the drivers remember that night so they say
A
She'd said her farewells to them all
A
Ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
D
Her suitcase still stood in the hall
(Spoken) D
And the hours they passed by, Even as the trucks passed by on the highway
A
And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place
And they shook the rain from their hats
And as the poor girl brought 'em their coffee
D
These are the words that that they said
D
'Hey Curley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your
A
damned nose up by the predicament tonight?'
A
'Hell, He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'
D
'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'
D
'Hell, you don't suppose he had him a little hog
A
Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?'
A
'Hey now Curley, Don't you know them damn truckers
D
They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' Ha-ha-ha-ha
D
Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64
A
If you happen to be passin' by
A
There's a trucker that never stops in anymore
D
There's a waitress that wished she knew why
D A
Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her eye
A G
And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'
G A D
In that highway cafe in the sky X 2
