Highway Cafe Chords

Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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