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It's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The onions are the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust all others to pay
And it's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The short order with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow
Eggs easy whole wheat down, y'all want that coffee to go
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star he'd wind up here today
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
There's a tall girl in the booth in the back wearin' jeans and a second hand fur
been to the doctor then called up a man
And now wonders just which way could
She at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling
But Lord it's a strange to pray
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that he'd
But found just rented some time
And he couldn't 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 there's an old dollar bill in the on the wall
The first one Rose ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but like Rose it's to fade
She's back of the register dreamin' of and how things would be if he'd stay
But it's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy woman
It's how their eyes never meet
He's playin' the pinball she's fixin' the blanket of the asleep on the seat
He's out of she's puttin' on weight and they never did have too much to say
It's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The Darlene she sits at the counter paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short cook he yells move it or lose it and pick up an order of stew
But someday a rich handsome man'll in and carry her far far away
From two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Cafe
The shaggy hippie he's finished his meal
And he's countin' the change in his
Burger and coffee are 85 cents and he's got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him but Lord that's a 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 the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the in the jeans bout wonderful places he's been
And a wino comes in off the and starts shoutin'
Bout fortunes that he away
And Rosalie's asking the shaggy haired hippie if got a warm place to stay
And the short order takes a five from the till while Rosie's looking away
And the onions keep frying the is bright and the jukebox continues to play
And it's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe