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It's two in the morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is bright and the is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall says In God We all others have to pay
And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The short order with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow
Eggs over easy whole wheat down, y'all that coffee to go
He never once dreamed as a rodeo that he'd wind up here today
At two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the wearin' jeans and a second hand fur
She's been to the then called up a man
And now wonders just which way could
She stares at her coffee then looks the ceiling
But Lord it's a strange place to
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner the jukebox his dimes
He had a woman and thought that he'd bought
But found he'd just rented time
And he sleep so he came back to see if anyone else wants to play
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Cafe
Now an old dollar bill in the frame on the wall
The one that Rose ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register dreamin' of someone and how would be if he'd stay
But it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy haired
It's strange how their never meet
He's the pinball she's fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the seat
He's out of work she's puttin' on weight and they did have too much to say
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The waitress she sits at the counter paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short order he yells move it or lose it and pick up an order of stew
But someday a rich handsome man'll walk in and her far far away
From two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The shaggy haired hippie finished his meal
And he's the change in his jeans
Burger and are 85 cents and he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him but Lord a high price to pay
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The baby faced sailor he leans on the phone and dials the again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the bout wonderful places he's been
And a wino in off the street and starts shoutin'
fortunes that he threw away
And Rosalie's the shaggy haired hippie if he's got a warm place to stay
And the short order cook takes a from the till while Rosie's looking away
And the onions keep frying the neon is bright and the jukebox to play
And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe