Chords for Tom Waits "Highway Cafe" cover of Kinky Friedman, 1999
Tempo:
68 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
G#
G#m
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
[F#] [N]
She [A#m]
[C#] [G#] was only a [D#m] waitress in a highway cafe, poured [F#] coffee from dusk until [C#] dawn.
But she's heartbroken 24 hours a day.
Boy, she longed for a trucker [F#] who'd dawn.
Will you make it a corned beef on rye?
She'd sing with a gleam [C#] in her eye.
All the headlights were burning [B] and the big wheels were turning.
Her sweetheart would [G#m] come [F#] fly by.
[G#m]
He'd [F#] park his great semi off Route 64.
She'd blush [A#m] with a sweet little [C#] sigh.
Oh, at half past eleven, he'd walk in the door.
And order a corned beef [F#] on rye.
Will you make [C#] it a corned [F#] beef on rye?
[A#m]
He'd [F#] sing with a gleam in [C#] her eye.
All the jukeboxes were [E] blaring [C#] [B] and the soft eyes were staring.
And the corned beef would [F#] come flying by.
[C#m] [F#] [C#] All the drivers [F#] remembered that night, so they say.
He'd send her [C#] farewells to them all.
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve,
her suitcase still stood in the [F#] hall.
And the hours had passed [Fm] by, even as the [F#] trucks passed by on the highway.
The two grim highway [C#] patrolmen came into the place.
And they shook the rain from their hats,
as the poor girl brought them their coffee.
These were the words they [F#] said.
Hey, [C#] Curly, did you see that old diesel [F#] flattened out like his damn nose up by the predicament tonight?
[C#] Yeah, he jackknifed that son of a bitch thicker than an owl, shit.
I'll have a chili dog over here, baby.
Yeah, [G#m] well, you don't suppose he had him a little [G#] hard way down the line in there, do you?
Yeah, Curly, you know them damn suckers, they got a little filly in every cafe from here to Moss Creek.
I'm gonna miss you.
[F#] [C#] [F#] Now there is a small truck stop off Route 64.
If you happen to [C#] be passing by,
there's a trucker that never stops [G#] in anymore.
[C#] There's a [G#] waitress that wishes she knew why.
[F#]
Oh, make it a corned beef on rye.
[A#m] He'd sing with a tear [G#] in her eye
[C#] and her dark eyes would glisten
as [B] someone is listening
in that highway [G#] cafe in the sky.
Oh, well, [F#] make [C#m] it a corned beef [F#] on rye.
He'd sing with a tear in [G#] her eye
[G#m] and her dark eyes would glisten
[B] as someone was listening
in that [D#] highway cafe in the sky.
[G#m] [C#] [D#m]
[N] [F#]
[N] [F#] [N]
[F#] [N]
She [A#m]
[C#] [G#] was only a [D#m] waitress in a highway cafe, poured [F#] coffee from dusk until [C#] dawn.
But she's heartbroken 24 hours a day.
Boy, she longed for a trucker [F#] who'd dawn.
Will you make it a corned beef on rye?
She'd sing with a gleam [C#] in her eye.
All the headlights were burning [B] and the big wheels were turning.
Her sweetheart would [G#m] come [F#] fly by.
[G#m]
He'd [F#] park his great semi off Route 64.
She'd blush [A#m] with a sweet little [C#] sigh.
Oh, at half past eleven, he'd walk in the door.
And order a corned beef [F#] on rye.
Will you make [C#] it a corned [F#] beef on rye?
[A#m]
He'd [F#] sing with a gleam in [C#] her eye.
All the jukeboxes were [E] blaring [C#] [B] and the soft eyes were staring.
And the corned beef would [F#] come flying by.
[C#m] [F#] [C#] All the drivers [F#] remembered that night, so they say.
He'd send her [C#] farewells to them all.
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve,
her suitcase still stood in the [F#] hall.
And the hours had passed [Fm] by, even as the [F#] trucks passed by on the highway.
The two grim highway [C#] patrolmen came into the place.
And they shook the rain from their hats,
as the poor girl brought them their coffee.
These were the words they [F#] said.
Hey, [C#] Curly, did you see that old diesel [F#] flattened out like his damn nose up by the predicament tonight?
[C#] Yeah, he jackknifed that son of a bitch thicker than an owl, shit.
I'll have a chili dog over here, baby.
Yeah, [G#m] well, you don't suppose he had him a little [G#] hard way down the line in there, do you?
Yeah, Curly, you know them damn suckers, they got a little filly in every cafe from here to Moss Creek.
I'm gonna miss you.
[F#] [C#] [F#] Now there is a small truck stop off Route 64.
If you happen to [C#] be passing by,
there's a trucker that never stops [G#] in anymore.
[C#] There's a [G#] waitress that wishes she knew why.
[F#]
Oh, make it a corned beef on rye.
[A#m] He'd sing with a tear [G#] in her eye
[C#] and her dark eyes would glisten
as [B] someone is listening
in that highway [G#] cafe in the sky.
Oh, well, [F#] make [C#m] it a corned beef [F#] on rye.
He'd sing with a tear in [G#] her eye
[G#m] and her dark eyes would glisten
[B] as someone was listening
in that [D#] highway cafe in the sky.
[G#m] [C#] [D#m]
[N] [F#]
[N] [F#] [N]
Key:
F#
C#
G#
G#m
A#m
F#
C#
G#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ She [A#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] was only a [D#m] waitress in a highway cafe, poured [F#] coffee from dusk until [C#] dawn.
But she's heartbroken 24 hours a day.
Boy, she longed for a trucker [F#] who'd dawn.
Will you make it a corned beef on rye?
_ She'd sing with a gleam [C#] in her eye.
_ All the headlights were burning _ [B] and the big wheels were turning.
_ Her sweetheart would [G#m] come [F#] fly by.
_ _ _ _ [G#m]
He'd [F#] park his great semi off Route 64.
She'd blush [A#m] with a sweet little [C#] sigh.
_ Oh, at half past eleven, he'd walk in the door.
And order a corned beef [F#] on rye.
Will you make [C#] it a corned [F#] beef on rye?
[A#m]
He'd [F#] sing with a gleam in [C#] her eye.
All the jukeboxes were [E] blaring [C#] _ _ [B] and the soft eyes were staring.
_ _ And the corned beef would [F#] come flying by.
[C#m] _ _ [F#] _ [C#] _ All the drivers [F#] remembered that night, so they say.
He'd send her [C#] farewells to them all.
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve,
her suitcase still stood in the [F#] hall.
And the hours had passed [Fm] by, even as the [F#] trucks passed by on the highway.
The two grim highway [C#] patrolmen came into the place.
And they shook the rain from their hats,
as the poor girl brought them their coffee.
These were the words they [F#] said. _
Hey, [C#] Curly, did you see that old diesel [F#] flattened out like his damn nose up by the predicament tonight?
[C#] Yeah, he jackknifed that son of a bitch thicker than an owl, shit. _
_ I'll have a chili dog over here, baby. _ _
Yeah, [G#m] well, you don't suppose he had him a little [G#] hard way down the line in there, do you?
Yeah, Curly, you know them damn suckers, they got a little filly in every cafe from here to Moss Creek.
I'm gonna miss you.
[F#] _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ Now there is a small truck stop off Route 64.
If you happen to [C#] be passing by,
there's a trucker that never stops [G#] in anymore.
[C#] There's a [G#] waitress that wishes she knew why.
_ [F#]
Oh, make it a corned beef on rye.
_ [A#m] He'd sing with a tear [G#] in her eye
_ [C#] and her dark eyes would glisten
as [B] someone is listening
in _ that highway [G#] cafe in the sky. _ _ _
Oh, well, [F#] make [C#m] it a corned beef [F#] on rye. _
He'd sing with a tear in [G#] her eye
[G#m] and her dark eyes would glisten
[B] as someone was listening
_ in that [D#] highway cafe in the sky. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ She [A#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] was only a [D#m] waitress in a highway cafe, poured [F#] coffee from dusk until [C#] dawn.
But she's heartbroken 24 hours a day.
Boy, she longed for a trucker [F#] who'd dawn.
Will you make it a corned beef on rye?
_ She'd sing with a gleam [C#] in her eye.
_ All the headlights were burning _ [B] and the big wheels were turning.
_ Her sweetheart would [G#m] come [F#] fly by.
_ _ _ _ [G#m]
He'd [F#] park his great semi off Route 64.
She'd blush [A#m] with a sweet little [C#] sigh.
_ Oh, at half past eleven, he'd walk in the door.
And order a corned beef [F#] on rye.
Will you make [C#] it a corned [F#] beef on rye?
[A#m]
He'd [F#] sing with a gleam in [C#] her eye.
All the jukeboxes were [E] blaring [C#] _ _ [B] and the soft eyes were staring.
_ _ And the corned beef would [F#] come flying by.
[C#m] _ _ [F#] _ [C#] _ All the drivers [F#] remembered that night, so they say.
He'd send her [C#] farewells to them all.
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve,
her suitcase still stood in the [F#] hall.
And the hours had passed [Fm] by, even as the [F#] trucks passed by on the highway.
The two grim highway [C#] patrolmen came into the place.
And they shook the rain from their hats,
as the poor girl brought them their coffee.
These were the words they [F#] said. _
Hey, [C#] Curly, did you see that old diesel [F#] flattened out like his damn nose up by the predicament tonight?
[C#] Yeah, he jackknifed that son of a bitch thicker than an owl, shit. _
_ I'll have a chili dog over here, baby. _ _
Yeah, [G#m] well, you don't suppose he had him a little [G#] hard way down the line in there, do you?
Yeah, Curly, you know them damn suckers, they got a little filly in every cafe from here to Moss Creek.
I'm gonna miss you.
[F#] _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ Now there is a small truck stop off Route 64.
If you happen to [C#] be passing by,
there's a trucker that never stops [G#] in anymore.
[C#] There's a [G#] waitress that wishes she knew why.
_ [F#]
Oh, make it a corned beef on rye.
_ [A#m] He'd sing with a tear [G#] in her eye
_ [C#] and her dark eyes would glisten
as [B] someone is listening
in _ that highway [G#] cafe in the sky. _ _ _
Oh, well, [F#] make [C#m] it a corned beef [F#] on rye. _
He'd sing with a tear in [G#] her eye
[G#m] and her dark eyes would glisten
[B] as someone was listening
_ in that [D#] highway cafe in the sky. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _