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It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The onions are the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall In God We Trust all others have to pay
And it's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The short order cook with the momma he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow
Eggs over easy whole wheat down, y'all want that to go
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star that he'd wind up today
At two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
There's a tall skinny girl in the in the back wearin' jeans and a second hand fur
She's to the doctor then called up a man
And now wonders just way could turn
She stares at her coffee looks toward the ceiling
But Lord a strange place 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 that he'd bought
But found he'd just rented time
And he couldn't sleep so he back to see if anyone else wants to play
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
Now an old dollar bill in the frame on the wall
The one that Rose ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to
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 night at Rosalie's Good Eats
The shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman
It's how their eyes never meet
He's playin' the pinball she's fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the
He's out of work she's puttin' on weight and never did have too much to say
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The waitress Darlene she at the counter paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short order cook he yells move it or lose it and pick up an order of
But someday a rich man'll walk in and carry her far far away
From two in the morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The shaggy haired hippie he's finished his
And countin' the change in his jeans
and coffee are 85 cents and he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him but Lord that's a high to pay
At two in the morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The faced sailor 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 been
And a wino in off the street and starts shoutin'
Bout fortunes he threw 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 continues to play
And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats