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It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to
And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust all others to pay
And it's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The short order cook with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers
Eggs easy whole wheat 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 night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the back wearin' jeans and a hand fur
She's to the doctor then called up a man
And now wonders just which way could
She stares at her coffee then 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 the jukebox his dimes
He had a woman and thought that he'd bought
But he'd just rented some time
And he couldn't so he came back 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 frame on the
The first one that ever made
It was worth a dollar a long time ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register dreamin' of and how things would be if he'd stay
But it's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy woman
It's strange how eyes never meet
He's playin' the pinball she's fixin' the of the baby asleep on the seat
He's out of work she's puttin' on and they never did have too much to say
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
The waitress Darlene she sits at the paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short order cook he 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 at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The shaggy hippie 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 at Rose and she winks back 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 faced sailor he leans on the phone and dials the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the bout wonderful places he's been
And a wino in off the street and starts shoutin'
Bout fortunes he threw away
And Rosalie's asking the shaggy haired if he's got a warm place to stay
And the short order cook takes a five from the till while Rosie's away
And the keep frying the neon is bright and the jukebox continues to play
And it's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe