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It's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is and the jukebox 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 with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow
Eggs over easy whole wheat down, y'all want 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 skinny girl 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 wonders which way could turn
She stares at her then looks toward the ceiling
But Lord it's a strange 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 corner feedin' the his dimes
He just had a woman and that he'd bought
But found he'd just rented time
And he sleep so he came back to see if anyone else wants to play
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
Now an old dollar bill in the frame on the wall
The first one that Rose ever
It was once a dollar a long time ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register of someone and how things would be if he'd stay
But it's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
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 on the seat
He's out of work she's on weight and they never did have too much to say
It's two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The waitress she sits at the counter paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short order cook he yells move it or it and pick up an order of stew
But a rich handsome man'll walk in and carry her far far away
two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The shaggy haired hippie he's finished his
And he's countin' the change in his
Burger and coffee are 85 cents and he's 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 Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The faced sailor he leans on the phone and dials the number again
the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans bout wonderful places he's been
And a comes 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 looking away
And the onions keep the neon is bright and the jukebox continues to play
And two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe