Текст песни Tom Waits - Highway Cafe

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 *

  Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe
  Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
  But she's heartbroken twenty-four hours a day
  For she longed for a trucker who'd gone

  Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his eye
  Oh the headlights were burnin',  And the big wheels were turnin'
  Her sweetheart would come by and by

  He'd park his great semi off route 64
  She'd rush with a sweet little sigh
  For at half past eleven, He'd walk in the door
  And order a corned beef on rye

  Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her eye
  Oh the jukebox was blarin'  An' her soft eyes were starin'
  And the corned beef would come by and by

  All the drivers remember that night so they say
  She'd said her farewells to them all
  Ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
  Her suitcase still stood in the hall

(Spoken)   
  And the hours they passed by, Even as the trucks passed by on the highway
  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
  These are the words that that they said
  'Hey Curley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your
  damned nose up by the predicament tonight?'
  'Hell, He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'
  'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'
  'Hell, you don't suppose he had him a little hog
  Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?'
  'Hey now Curley, Don't you know them damn truckers
  They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' Ha-ha-ha-ha

  Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64
  If you happen to be passin' by
  There's a trucker that never stops in anymore
  There's a waitress that wished she knew why

  Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her eye
  And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'
  In that highway cafe in the sky               X 2