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It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
The onions are frying the neon is and the jukebox is startin' to play
And the on the wall says In God We Trust all others have to pay
And it's two in the morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The short order cook with the momma tattoo a turnin' them hamburgers slow
over easy whole wheat down, y'all want that coffee to go
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star that he'd wind up today
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the wearin' jeans and a second hand fur
She's to the doctor then called up a man
And now just which way could turn
She stares at her coffee looks toward the ceiling
But Lord a strange place to pray
At two in the on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He had a woman and thought that he'd bought
But found he'd just some time
And he couldn't sleep so he came back to see if 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 first one that Rose made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but like 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 night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy woman
strange how their eyes never meet
He's playin' the 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 too much to say
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The waitress Darlene she sits at the counter 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 man'll walk in and carry her far far away
From two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The shaggy haired he's finished his meal
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 a high price 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'
fortunes that he threw away
And 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 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 night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe