Highway Cafe chords by Tom Waits

Chords with lyrics

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 MajorD
 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
                   D MajorD
 For she longed for a trucker who'd gone

      D MajorD                              A augmentedA
 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 MajorD
 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
               D MajorD
 And order a corned beef on rye

      D MajorD                             A augmentedA
 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

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


(Spoken)  D MajorD
 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
                    D MajorD
 These are the words that that they said
     D MajorD
 '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 bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'
                      D MajorD
 'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'
           D MajorD
 'Hell, you don't suppose he had him a little hog
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 Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?'
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 'Hey now Curley, Don't you know them damn truckers
                                 D MajorD
 They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' Ha-ha-ha-ha

      D MajorD
 Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64
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 If you happen to be passin' by
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 There's a trucker that never stops in anymore
                      D MajorD
 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
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 And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'
      G+G   A augmentedA      D MajorD