Tom Waits - Highway Cafe Ukulele

    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 *

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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