Chord Highway Cafe

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     tom waits version of A kinky friedman song ,  simple ,  easy and fun
    from ’the book of moses’ cd i picked up some place
    sounds good played banjo style ,  or ,  you know , . . . .  on A banjo

                          highway cafe    *  capo 1st fret  * 

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  well she was only A waitress in A highway cafe
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  poured coffee from dusk until dawn
              A
  but she’s heartbroken twenty - four hours A day
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  for she longed for A trucker who’d gone

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  will you make it A corned beef on rye ,  he’d sing with A gleam in his eye
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  oh the headlights were burnin’ ,   and the big wheels were turnin’
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  her sweetheart would come by and by

        D
  he’d park his great semi off route 64
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  she’d rush with A sweet little sigh
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  for at half past eleven ,  he’d walk in the door
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  and order A corned beef on rye

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  will you make it A corned beef on rye ,  he’d sing with A gleam in her eye
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  oh the jukebox was blarin’  an’ her soft eyes were starin’
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  and the corned beef would come by and by

             D
  all the drivers remember that night so they say
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  she’d said her farewells to them all
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  ah when the hands on the clock reached A quarter past twelve
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  her suitcase still stood in the hall

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  and the hours they passed by ,  even as the trucks passed by on the highway
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  and two grim highway patrolmen came into the place

  and they shook the rain from their hats

  and as the poor girl brought ’em their coffee
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  these are the words that that they said
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  ’hey curley ,  you see that old diesel flattened out like your
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  damned nose up by the predicament tonight?’
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  ’hell ,  he jack - knifed that son of A bitch slicker ’n’ owl shit’
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  ’i’ll have A chilli dog over here baby’
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  ’hell ,  you don’t suppose he had him A little hog
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  way on down the line someplace ,  do ya?’
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  ’hey now curley ,  don’t you know them damn truckers
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  they got A little filly in every cafe from here to los cruces’ ha - ha - ha - ha

            D
  now there is A small truck - stop off route 64
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  if you happen to be passin’ by
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  there’s A trucker that never stops in anymore
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  there’s A waitress that wished she knew why

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  oh make it A corned beef on rye ,  she’d sing with A tear in her eye
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  and her dark eyes are glistenin’ and someone is listenin’
            G      A           D
  in that highway cafe in the sky               x 2