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It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is bright and the is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall 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 tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow
Eggs over whole wheat down, y'all want that coffee to go
He once dreamed as a rodeo star that 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 just which way could turn
She stares at her coffee looks toward the ceiling
But it's a strange place to pray
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that he'd
But found he'd just rented time
And he couldn't sleep so he came to see if anyone else wants to play
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
Now there's an old bill in the frame on the wall
The first one that ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but like it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register dreamin' of someone and how things be if he'd stay
But it's two in the morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The stoop man and his frizzy haired woman
It's strange how their never meet
He's playin' the pinball she's fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the
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 Cafe
The waitress Darlene she sits at the counter paintin' her fingernails
And the short cook he yells move it or lose it and pick up an order of stew
But someday a rich handsome walk in and carry her far far away
From two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The shaggy haired hippie finished his meal
And he's the change in his jeans
Burger and coffee are 85 cents and 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 Rosalie's Good Eats
The baby faced sailor he on the phone and dials the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans bout wonderful he's been
And a comes in off the street and starts shoutin'
fortunes that he threw away
And Rosalie's asking the haired hippie if he's got a warm place to stay
And the short order takes a five from 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 night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe