Highway Cafe
Tom WaitsVersion1
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Chords in this song
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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
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
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Readable chord sheet for Highway Cafe by Tom Waits
Well she was o[D]nly a waitress in a highway cafe Poured coffee from dusk until d[A]awn But she's he[A]artbroken twenty-four hours a day For she longed for a trucker who'd g[D]one Will you m[D]ake it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his e[A]ye Oh the he[A]adlights were burnin', And the b[G]ig wheels were turnin' Her swee[G]theart would c[A]ome by and [D]by He'd p[D]ark his great semi off route 64 She'd rush with a sweet little s[A]igh For at h[A]alf past eleven, He'd walk in the door And order a corned beef on r[D]ye Will you m[D]ake it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her [A]eye Oh the juk[A]ebox was blarin' An' her s[G]oft eyes were starin' And the co[G]rned beef would c[A]ome by and [D]by All the dri[D]vers remember that night so they say She'd said her farewells to them a[A]ll Ah when the ha[A]nds on the clock reached a quarter past twelve Her suitcase still stood in the h[D]all And the h[D]ours they passed by, Even as the trucks passed by on the highway And two grim highway patrolmen came into the pl[A]ace And they shook the rain from their hats And as the poor girl brought 'em their coffee These are the words that that they sa[D]id 'Hey Cu[D]rley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight?' [A] 'Hell, He ja[A]ck-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit' 'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby' [D] 'Hell, you don't sup[D]pose he had him a little hog Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?' [A] 'Hey now Curley, Don't you k[A]now them damn truckers They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' [D]Ha-ha-ha-ha Now there [D]is a small truck-stop off route 64 If you happen to be passin' [A]by There's a tr[A]ucker that never stops in anymore There's a waitress that wished she knew w[D]hy Oh m[D]ake it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her e[A]ye And her d[A]ark eyes are glistenin' And som[G]eone is listenin' In that hi[G]ghway c[A]afe in the s[D]ky X 2