(Kinky Friedman)
She was only a in a highway caf Poured coffee from dusk until But she was heart twenty-four hours a day For she longed for her who'd gone. "I'll make you the corned on rye" She'd sing with a in her eye. The headlights burning, The big wheels turning, Her sweetheart would bye and bye.
When he'd his great semi off Route 64 She'd with a sweet little sigh, For at past eleven he'd walk in the door And he'd order her corned on rye.
"I'll make you the corned on rye" She'd sing with a in her eye. The was blarin'; His soft were starin', The beef would come bye and bye.
All the drivers that night, so they say, said her farewells to them all, But when the hands on the clock a quarter past twelve Her suitcase stood in the hall.
And the passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway And then two grim Patrolmen came into the place, Shook the from their hats and as the poor girl Brought them their coffee, she overheard the that they said.
"Oh Curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out like your nose up by the predicament tonight ?"
"Well, d'you know, he jack-knifed son of a bitch 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 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 happen to be by, But there's a trucker who stops in anymore And a waitress who wished she why.
"I'll make you the beef on rye" She with a tear in her eye. And as her dark eyes are There's someone who's 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 listening In highway 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 someone who's In highway caf in the sky.
"I'll make you the corned on rye" ...