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It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is 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 night at Rosalie's Good Cafe
The short order cook with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them slow
Eggs over easy whole down, y'all want that coffee to go
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star that he'd wind up here
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
There's a skinny girl in the booth in the back 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 to pray
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 feedin' the his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that bought
But found just rented some time
And he couldn't sleep so he came to see if anyone else wants to play
At two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
Now there's an old dollar bill in the on the wall
The first one that ever made
It was worth a dollar a long time ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade
back of the register dreamin' of someone and how things 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 haired woman
It's how their eyes never meet
He's playin' the pinball fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the seat
out of work she's puttin' on weight and they never did have too much to say
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
The Darlene she sits at the counter paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short order cook he yells move it or lose it and pick up an of stew
But a rich handsome man'll walk in and carry her far far away
From two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The shaggy haired hippie he's finished his
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 high to pay
At two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The baby sailor he leans on the phone and dials the number again
While the guy in the tux the girl in the jeans bout wonderful places he's been
And a wino comes in off the and starts shoutin'
Bout that he threw away
And Rosalie's asking the shaggy hippie if he's got a warm place to stay
And the short order cook takes a five the till while Rosie's looking away
And the onions frying the neon is bright and the jukebox continues to play
And it's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe