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 *

D (xx0232@1) Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe
                                 A (x02220@1) Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
              A (x02220@1) But she's heartbroken twenty-four hours a day
                                      D (xx0232@1) For she longed for a trucker who'd gone

D (xx0232@1)                                                         A (x02220@1) Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his eye
           A (x02220@1)                              G (320003@1) Oh the headlights were burnin',  And the big wheels were turnin'
          G (320003@1)           A (x02220@1)        D (xx0232@1) Her sweetheart would come by and by

D (xx0232@1) He'd park his great semi off route 64
                                  A (x02220@1) She'd rush with a sweet little sigh
          A (x02220@1) For at half past eleven, He'd walk in the door
                              D (xx0232@1) And order a corned beef on rye

D (xx0232@1)                                                        A (x02220@1) Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her eye
            A (x02220@1)                        G (320003@1) Oh the jukebox was blarin'  An' her soft eyes were starin'
            G (320003@1)              A (x02220@1)        D (xx0232@1) And the corned beef would come by and by

D (xx0232@1) All the drivers remember that night so they say
                                    A (x02220@1) She'd said her farewells to them all
                A (x02220@1) Ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
                                   D (xx0232@1) 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 (x02220@1) 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 (xx0232@1) These are the words that that they said
         D (xx0232@1) 'Hey Curley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your
                                              A (x02220@1) damned nose up by the predicament tonight?'
              A (x02220@1) 'Hell, He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'
                                           D (xx0232@1) 'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'
                      D (xx0232@1) 'Hell, you don't suppose he had him a little hog
                                            A (x02220@1) Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?'
                              A (x02220@1) 'Hey now Curley, Don't you know them damn truckers
                                                                 D (xx0232@1) They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' Ha-ha-ha-ha

D (xx0232@1) Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64
                              A (x02220@1) If you happen to be passin' by
              A (x02220@1) There's a trucker that never stops in anymore
                                           D (xx0232@1) There's a waitress that wished she knew why

D (xx0232@1)                                                         A (x02220@1) Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her eye
           A (x02220@1)                            G (320003@1) And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'
            G (320003@1)    A (x02220@1)         D (xx0232@1) In that highway cafe in the sky               X 2