Tom Waits – Highway Cafe (Guitar)

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  Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe

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  Poured coffee from dusk until dawn

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  But she's heartbroken twenty-four hours a day

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  For she longed for a trucker who'd gone

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  Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his eye

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  Oh the headlights were burnin',  And the big wheels were turnin'

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  Her sweetheart would come by and by

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  He'd park his great semi off route 64

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  She'd rush with a sweet little sigh

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  For at half past eleven, He'd walk in the door

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  And order a corned beef on rye

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  Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her eye

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  Oh the jukebox was blarin'  An' her soft eyes were starin'

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  And the corned beef would come by and by

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  All the drivers remember that night so they say

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  She'd said her farewells to them all

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  Ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve

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  Her suitcase still stood in the hall

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  And the hours they passed by, Even as the trucks passed by on the highway

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  And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place

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  These are the words that that they said

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  'Hey Curley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your

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  damned nose up by the predicament tonight?'

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  'Hell, He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'

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  'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'

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  'Hell, you don't suppose he had him a little hog

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  Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?'

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  'Hey now Curley, Don't you know them damn truckers

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  They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' Ha-ha-ha-ha

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  Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64

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  If you happen to be passin' by

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  There's a trucker that never stops in anymore

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  There's a waitress that wished she knew why

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  Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her eye

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  And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'

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  In that highway cafe in the sky               X 2