Tom Waits - Highway Cafe Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 1 fret
Well she was oDnly a waitress in a highway cafe Poured coffee from dusk until dAawn But she's heAartbroken twenty-four hours a day For she longed for a trucker who'd gDone Will you mDake it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his eAye Oh the heAadlights were burnin', And the bGig wheels were turnin' Her sweeGtheart would cAome by and Dby He'd pDark his great semi off route 64 She'd rush with a sweet little sAigh For at hAalf past eleven, He'd walk in the door And order a corned beef on rDye Will you mDake it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her Aeye Oh the jukAebox was blarin' An' her sGoft eyes were starin' And the coGrned beef would cAome by and Dby All the driDvers remember that night so they say She'd said her farewells to them aAll Ah when the haAnds on the clock reached a quarter past twelve Her suitcase still stood in the hDall And the hDours they passed by, Even as the trucks passed by on the highway And two grim highway patrolmen came into the plAace And they shook the rain from their hats And as the poor girl brought 'em their coffee These are the words that that they saDid 'Hey CuDrley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight?' A 'Hell, He jaAck-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit' 'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby' D 'Hell, you don't supDpose he had him a little hog Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?' A 'Hey now Curley, Don't you kAnow them damn truckers They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' DHa-ha-ha-ha Now there Dis a small truck-stop off route 64 If you happen to be passin' Aby There's a trAucker that never stops in anymore There's a waitress that wished she knew wDhy Oh mDake it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her eAye And her dAark eyes are glistenin' And somGeone is listenin' In that hiGghway cAafe in the sDky X 2