Highway Cafe chords by Tom Waits

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 *

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

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 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

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

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

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


(Spoken)  D
 And the hours they passed by, Even as the trucks passed by on the highway
                         A
 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
                    D
 These are the words that that they said
     D
 'Hey Curley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your
                       A
 damned nose up by the predicament tonight?'
       A
 'Hell, He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'
                      D
 'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'
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 'Hell, you don't suppose he had him a little hog
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 Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?'
               A
 '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

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

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 Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her eye
      A               G
 And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'
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