Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe

Poured coffee from dusk until d

awn

But she’s he

artbroken twenty-four hours a day

For she longed for a trucker who’d g

one

Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He’d sing with a gl

eam in his eye

Oh the he

adlights were burnin’, And the b

ig wheels were turnin’

Her swee

theart would c

ome by and  

by

He’d park his great semi off route 64

She’d rush with a sweet little s

igh

For at h

alf past eleven, He’d walk in the door

And order a corned beef on r

ye

Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He’d sing with a g

leam in her eye

Oh the juk

ebox was blarin’ An’ her s

oft eyes were starin’

And the co

rned beef would c

ome by and  

by

All the drivers remember that night so they say

She’d said her farewells to them a

ll

Ah when the ha

nds on the clock reached a quarter past twelve

Her suitcase still stood in the h

all

And two grim highway patrolmen came into the pl

ace

These are the words that that they sa

id

‘Hey Cu

rley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your

damned nose up by the predicament tonight?’

‘Hell, He ja

ck-knifed that son of a bitch slicker ‘n’ owl shit’

‘I’ll have a chilli dog over here baby’

‘Hell, you don’t sup

pose he had him a little hog

Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?’

‘Hey now Curley, Don’t you k

now them damn truckers

They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces’  

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64

If you happen to be passin’  

by

There’s a tr

ucker that never stops in anymore

There’s a waitress that wished she knew w

hy

Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She’d sing with a tear in

her 

eye

And her d

ark eyes are glistenin’ And som

eone is listenin’

In that hi

ghway 

c

afe in the s

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