Tom Waits - Highway cafe

Well she was o^Cnly a waitress in a highway cafe Poured coffee from dusk until d^Fawn But she's he^Fartbroken twenty-four hours a day For she longed for a trucker who'd g^Cone

Will you m^Cake it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his e^Fye Oh the he^Fadlights were burnin', And the b^Fig wheels were turnin' Her swee^Ftheart would c^Fome by and ^Cby

He'd p^Cark his great semi off route 64 She'd rush with a sweet little s^Figh For at h^Falf past eleven, He'd walk in the door And order a corned beef on r^Cye

Will you m^Cake it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her ^Feye Oh the juk^Febox was blarin' An' her s^Foft eyes were starin' And the co^Frned beef would c^Fome by and ^Cby

All the dri^Cvers remember that night so they say She'd said her farewells to them a^Fll Ah when the ha^Fnds on the clock reached a quarter past twelve Her suitcase still stood in the h^Call

And two grim highway patrolmen came into the pl^Face And they shook the rain from their hats

These are the words that that they sa^Cid 'Hey Cu^Crley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight?' ^F 'Hell, He ja^Fck-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit' 'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby' ^C 'Hell, you don't sup^Cpose he had him a little hog Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?' ^F 'Hey now Curley, Don't you k^Fnow them damn truckers They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' ^CHa-ha-ha-ha

Now there ^Cis a small truck-stop off route 64 If you happen to be passin' ^Fby There's a tr^Fucker that never stops in anymore There's a waitress that wished she knew w^Chy

Oh m^Cake it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her e^Fye And her d^Fark eyes are glistenin' And som^Feone is listenin' In that hi^Fghway c^Fafe in the s^Cky X 2