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It's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is to play
And the on the wall says In God We Trust all others have to pay
And two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The short order cook with the momma tattoo he's a them hamburgers slow
Eggs over easy whole wheat down, 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 Rosalie's Good Eats
a tall 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 which way could turn
She at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling
But Lord it's a place to pray
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
There's a guy in a tux and he in the corner feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and that he'd bought
But found he'd just rented time
And he couldn't sleep so he came back to see if anyone wants to play
At two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
Now there's an old dollar bill in the frame on the
The one that Rose ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but Rose it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register dreamin' of someone and how things would be if he'd
But it's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy woman
It's strange how their never meet
playin' the pinball she's fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the seat
He's out of work she's on weight and they never did have too much to say
two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The waitress Darlene she sits at the counter paintin' her 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 in and carry her far far away
From two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The shaggy haired he's finished his meal
And he's countin' the in his jeans
Burger and coffee are 85 and he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks at him but Lord that's 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 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 street and shoutin'
Bout fortunes that he away
And Rosalie's the shaggy haired hippie if he's got a warm place to stay
And the short order cook a five from the till while Rosie's looking away
And the onions keep frying the neon is bright and the jukebox continues to
And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats