
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Highway Cafe |
She was only a waitress in a highway café |
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn |
But she’s heart-broken 24 hours a day |
For she longed for her trucker who’d gone |
«Will you make it a corned beef on rye» |
He’d sing with a gleam in her eye |
Oh, the headlights were burning |
And the big wheels were turning |
Her sweetheart would come by and by |
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 order a corned beef on rye |
«Will you make it a corned beef on rye» |
He’d sing with a gleam in her eye |
The jukebox was blarin' |
His soft eyes were starin' |
And the corned beef would come by and by |
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 |
And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway |
And then two grim Highway Patrolmen came into the place |
They shook the rain from their hats |
And as the poor girl brought them their coffee |
These were the words that they said |
«Hey, Curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out |
Like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight? |
«Well, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker than owl shit! |
«I'll have a chilli dog over here, baby |
«Hell, you don’t suppose that he had a little ol' hog way down the line |
somewhere, do you? |
«Hey now, Curly, don’t you know that them damn truckers |
They got to take up a little filly at every café from here to Las Cruces!» |
Now there is a small truck-stop on Route 64 |
If you happen to be passin' by |
There’s a trucker that never stops in anymore |
There’s a waitress who wished she knew why |
«Oh, make it a corned beef on rye» |
She sings with a tear in her eye |
And as her dark eyes are glistening |
There’s someone who’s listening |
In that highway café in the sky |
«Oh, we’ll make you the corned beef on rye» |
She sings with a tear in her eye |
And as her dark eyes are glistening |
There’s someone who’s listening |
In that highway café in the sky |
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