{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1120698,"song":"Highway Cafe","artist":"Tom Waits","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/1120698-highway-cafe-chords-by-tom-waits/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1120698?type=chord","rating":0.19417,"votes":0,"content":"    Tom Waits version of a Kinky Friedman song, simple, easy and fun\r\n    From 'The Book Of Moses' CD I picked up some place\r\n    Sounds good played Banjo style, or, you know,.... on a banjo\r\n\r\n                          Highway Cafe   * CAPO 1st FRET *\r\n\r\n[tab]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  Well she was only a waitress in a highway cafe[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  Poured coffee from dusk until dawn[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  But she's heartbroken twenty-four hours a day[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                      [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  For she longed for a trucker who'd gone[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]            [ch]D[/ch]                                                           [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in his eye[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A[/ch]                                [ch]G[/ch]\r\n  Oh the headlights were burnin',  And the big wheels were turnin'[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  Her sweetheart would come by and by[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  He'd park his great semi off route 64[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                  [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  She'd rush with a sweet little sigh[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  For at half past eleven, He'd walk in the door[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  And order a corned beef on rye[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]            [ch]D[/ch]                                                          [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  Will you make it a corned beef on rye, He'd sing with a gleam in her eye[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]A[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]\r\n  Oh the jukebox was blarin'  An' her soft eyes were starin'[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  And the corned beef would come by and by[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]             [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  All the drivers remember that night so they say[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  She'd said her farewells to them all[/tab]\r\n[tab]                [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  Ah when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                   [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  Her suitcase still stood in the hall[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab](Spoken)   [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  And the hours they passed by, Even as the trucks passed by on the highway[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place[/tab]\r\n\r\n  And they shook the rain from their hats\r\n\r\n  And as the poor girl brought 'em their coffee\r\n[tab]                                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  These are the words that that they said[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  'Hey Curley, you see that old diesel flattened out like your[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                              [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  damned nose up by the predicament tonight?'[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  'Hell, He jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker 'n' owl shit'[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                           [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  'I'll have a chilli dog over here baby'[/tab]\r\n[tab]                      [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  'Hell, you don't suppose he had him a little hog[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                            [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  Way on down the line someplace, Do ya?'[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  'Hey now Curley, Don't you know them damn truckers[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  They got a little filly in every cafe from here to Los Cruces' Ha-ha-ha-ha[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]            [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  Now there is a small truck-stop off route 64[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  If you happen to be passin' by[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  There's a trucker that never stops in anymore[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                           [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  There's a waitress that wished she knew why[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]      [ch]D[/ch]                                                           [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  Oh make it a corned beef on rye, She'd sing with a tear in her eye[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A[/ch]                              [ch]G[/ch]\r\n  And her dark eyes are glistenin' And someone is listenin'[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]G[/ch]      [ch]A[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  In that highway cafe in the sky               X 2[/tab]","plain_text":"Tom Waits version of a Kinky Friedman song, simple, easy and fun\n    From 'The Book Of Moses' CD I picked up some place\n    Sounds good played Banjo style, or, you know,.... on a banjo\n\n                          Highway Cafe   * CAPO 1st FRET *\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n  And they shook the rain from their hats\n\n  And as the poor girl brought 'em their coffee","chords":["D","A","G"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}