Текст (слова) песни: Kinky Friedman - Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

She was only a waitress in a highway cafe

Poured coffee from dusk until dawn

But shes heart-broken 24 hours a day

For she longed for her trucker whod gone

"will you make it a corned beef on rye"

Hed sing with a gleam in her eye

Oh, the headlights were burning

And the big wheels were turning

Her sweetheart would come by and by

Hed park his great semi off route 64

Shed blush with a sweet little sigh

For at half past eleven, hed walk in the door

And order a corned beef on rye

"will you make it a corned beef on rye"

Hed sing with a gleam in her eye

The jukebox was blarin

His soft eyes were starin

And the corned beef would come by and by

All the drivers remember that night, so they say

Shed said her farewells to them all

But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve

Her suitcase still stood in the hall

And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway

And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the place

They shook the rain from their hats

And as the poor girl brought them their coffee

These were the words that they said

"hey, curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out

Like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight?

"well, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!

"ill have a chilli dog over here, baby.

"hell, you dont suppose that he had a little ol hog way down the line somewhere, do you?

"hey now, curly, dont you know that them damn truckers

They got to take up a little filly at every cafe from here to las cruces!"

Now there is a small truck-stop on route 64

If you happen to be passin by

Theres a trucker that never stops in anymore

Theres a waitress who wished she knew why

"oh, make it a corned beef on rye"

She sings with a tear in her eye

And as her dark eyes are glistening

Theres someone whos listening

In that highway cafe in the sky

"oh, well make you the corned beef on rye"

She sings with a tear in her eye

And as her dark eyes are glistening

Theres someone whos listening

In that highway cafe in the sky

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Kinky Friedman - Highway Caf (kinky friedman) She was only a waitress in a highway cafe Poured coffee from dusk until dawn But shes heart-broken 24 hours a day For she longed for her trucker whod gone "will you make it a corned beef on rye" Hed sing with a gleam in her eye Oh, the headlights were burning And the big wheels were turning Her sweetheart would come by and by Hed park his great semi off route 64 Shed blush with a sweet little sigh For at half past eleven, hed walk in the door And order a corned beef on rye "will you make it a corned beef on rye" Hed sing with a gleam in her eye The jukebox was blarin His soft eyes were starin And the corned beef would come by and by All the drivers remember that night, so they say Shed said her farewells to them all But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve Her suitcase still stood in the hall And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the place They shook the rain from their hats And as the poor girl brought them their coffee These were the words that they said "hey, curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out Like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight? "well, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker than owl shit! "ill have a chilli dog over here, baby. "hell, you dont suppose that he had a little ol hog way down the line somewhere, do you? "hey now, curly, dont you know that them damn truckers They got to take up a little filly at every cafe from here to las cruces!" Now there is a small truck-stop on route 64 If you happen to be passin by Theres a trucker that never stops in anymore Theres a waitress who wished she knew why "oh, make it a corned beef on rye" She sings with a tear in her eye And as her dark eyes are glistening Theres someone whos listening In that highway cafe in the sky "oh, well make you the corned beef on rye" She sings with a tear in her eye And as her dark eyes are glistening Theres someone whos listening In that highway cafe in the sky Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Highway Caf: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/11839.html Все тексты песен: Kinky Friedman » Kinky Friedman - Nashville Casualty And Life » Kinky Friedman - Okie from Muskogee » Kinky Friedman - Homo Erectus » Kinky Friedman - Miss Nickelodeon » Kinky Friedman - Twirl » Kinky Friedman - Ahab The Arab » Kinky Friedman - Ol Ben Lucas » Kinky Friedman - Highway CafГ© » Kinky Friedman - Hobo`s Lullaby » Kinky Friedman - Silver Eagle Express » Kinky Friedman - They Ain`t Makin` Jews LiKe Jesus Anymor » Kinky Friedman - Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother » Kinky Friedman - Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your B » Kinky Friedman - The Ballad of Ira Hayes » Kinky Friedman - Kinky » Kinky Friedman - Amelia Earharts Last Fligh » Kinky Friedman - Father Let Thy Blessings » Kinky Friedman - Skatin on Thin Ice » Kinky Friedman - Popeye The Sailor Man » Kinky Friedman - GoodHearted Woman Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Бурда - Блатная песня » Булат Окуджава - О Володе Высоцком » Булат Окуджава - Нацеленный глаз одинокого лося... » Борис Бурда - Диалоги одесских болельщиков » Борис Бляхман - Колыбельная » Бочаров Владимир - ПОСВЯЩЕНИЕ ГИТАРЕ » Браво - Парень в лиловом сомбреро » Блестящие - Белым снегом » Бабкин Сергей - Забери » Башаков Комаров Арбенин - Мы никогда не умрём » Булат Окуджава, Аркадий Лебедев - Черный мессер » Борис Гордон - Лох-Анжелес, который Новокуйбышевск... » Борис Вайханский - Листая старый фотоальбом » Богдан Титомир - Москва » Би-2 - Ангелы » Бригада С - Эй, мама, я погиб » Бикини - Никуда не денешься » Браво - Выше всех » Борис Вахнюк - Солдатские сны » Борис Вахнюк - Жить терпимо или плохо, чем похожи ад и рай...
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