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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 is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall says In God We all others have to pay
And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The short order cook with the momma tattoo a turnin' them hamburgers slow
Eggs over easy whole wheat down, want that coffee to go
He never 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
There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the back wearin' jeans and a second fur
She's to the doctor then called up a man
And now just which way could turn
She at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling
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 feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that bought
But found he'd 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 night at Rosalie's Good Eats
Now there's an old bill in the frame on the wall
The first one Rose ever made
It was once worth a a long time ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register dreamin' of someone and how things would be if he'd
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 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 at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The Darlene she sits at the counter paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short order cook he yells move it or lose it and pick up an of stew
But someday a rich handsome walk in and carry her far far away
From two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
The shaggy haired hippie he's his meal
And he's countin' the change in his
Burger and are 85 cents and he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him but Lord that's a price to pay
At two in the morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The baby faced sailor he 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 wino comes in off the street and starts
Bout fortunes that he threw
And Rosalie's asking the shaggy haired hippie if he's got a warm to stay
And the short order cook takes a five from the till while looking away
And the onions keep frying the neon is bright and the jukebox to play
And it's two in the morning on Saturday at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe