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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 night at Rosalie's Good Eats
The short cook with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow
Eggs over easy whole 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 Rosalie's Eats Cafe
There's a tall skinny in the booth in the back wearin' jeans and a second hand fur
She's been to the doctor called up a man
And now just which way could turn
She stares at her coffee then looks toward the
But Lord it's a place to pray
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that bought
But found he'd just rented 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 in the frame on the wall
The first one that ever made
It was once a dollar a long time 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 at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The shouldered 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 on the seat
He's out of she's puttin' 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 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 morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The shaggy hippie he's finished his meal
And he's countin' the change in his
and coffee are 85 cents and he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him but that's a high price to pay
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The baby faced he leans on the phone and dials the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans bout wonderful places he's
And a wino 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 order cook takes a five from the till while Rosie's looking away
And the onions keep frying the neon is and the jukebox continues to play
And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe