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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