Highway Cafe

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Chords and lyrics for Highway Cafe by Tom Waits

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Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe
 
Poured coffee from dusk until d
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awn
 
But she’s he
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artbroken twenty-four hours a day
 
For she longed for a trucker who’d g
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one
 
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Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He’d sing with a gl
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eam in his eye
 
Oh the he
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adlights were burnin’, And the b
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ig wheels were turnin’
 
Her swee
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theart would c
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ome by and  
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by
 
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He’d park his great semi off route 64
 
She’d rush with a sweet little s
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igh
 
For at h
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alf past eleven, He’d walk in the door
 
And order a corned beef on r
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ye
 
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Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He’d sing with a g
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leam in her eye
 
Oh the juk
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ebox was blarin’ An’ her s
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oft eyes were starin’
 
And the co
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rned beef would c
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ome by and  
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by
 
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All the drivers remember that night so they say
 
She’d said her farewells to them a
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ll
 
Ah when the ha
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nds on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
 
Her suitcase still stood in the h
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all
 
And two grim highway patrolmen came into the pl
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ace
 
These are the words that that they sa
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id
 
‘Hey Cu
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rley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your
 
damned nose up by the predicament tonight?’
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‘Hell, He ja
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ck-knifed that son of a bitch slicker ‘n’ owl shit’
 
‘I’ll have a chilli dog over here baby’
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‘Hell, you don’t sup
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pose he had him a little hog
 
Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?’
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‘Hey now Curley, Don’t you k
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now them damn truckers
 
They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces’  
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Ha-ha-ha-ha
 
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Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64
 
If you happen to be passin’  
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by
 
There’s a tr
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ucker that never stops in anymore
 
There’s a waitress that wished she knew w
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hy
 
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Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She’d sing with a tear in
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her 
 
eye
 
And her d
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ark eyes are glistenin’ And som
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eone is listenin’
 
In that hi
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ghway 
 
c
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afe in the s
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