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Bobby Bare - Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe lyrics
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust all others have to pay And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe The short order cook with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow Eggs over easy whole wheat down they all want that coffee to go He never once 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 Cafe There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the back wearin' jeans and a second hand fur She's been to the doctor then called up her man And now wonders just where she could turn She stares at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling But Lord it's a strange place to pray At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner feedin' the jukebox his dimes He just had a woman and thought that he'd bought her But found he'd just rented some time And he couldn't sleep 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 Cafe Now there's an old dollar bill in the frame on the wall The first one that Rose ever made It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade She's back off the riched dreamin' of someone and how things would be if he'd stay But it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman It's strange how their eyes never meet He's playin' the pinball she's fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the seat He's out of work she's puttin' on weight and they never did have too much to say It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe The waitress 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 order of stew But someday a rich handsome man'll walk in and carry her far far away From two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe The shaggy haired hippie he's finished his meal And he's countin' the change in his jeans Burger 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 price to pay At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe The baby 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 he's been And a wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin' Bout fortunes that he threw away And Rosalie's asking the shaggy haired hippie if he's got a warm place to stay And the short order cook takes a five from the till while Rosie's looking away And the onions keep frying the neon is bright and the jukebox continues to play And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe |
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