Kinky Friedman - Highway Caf lyrics

(kinky friedman) She was only a waitress in a highway caf Poured coffee from dusk until dawn But she was heart broken twenty-four hours a day For she longed for her trucker who'd gone. She'd sing with a gleam in her eye. The headlights were burning, The big wheels were turning, Her sweetheart would come bye and bye. When 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 he'd order her corned beef on rye. She'd sing with a gleam in her eye. The jukebox was blarin'; His soft eyes were starin', The corned beef would come bye and bye. 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 pa**ed by even as the trucks pa**ed by out on the highway And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the place, Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor girl Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words that they said. Now there is a small truck-stop on route 64 If you happen to be pa**in' by, But there's a trucker who never stops in anymore And a waitress who wished she knew why. She sings with a tear in her eye. And as her dark eyes are glistening There's someone who's listening In that highway caf She sings with a tear in her eye. And as her dark eyes are glistening There's someone who's listening In that highway caf She sings with a tear in her eye. And as her dark eyes are glistening There's someone who's listening In that highway caf