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It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Good Eats Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is and the jukebox is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust all others 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 he's a turnin' hamburgers slow
Eggs over easy whole wheat down, y'all that coffee to go
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star he'd wind up here 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 back wearin' jeans and a hand fur
She's been to the doctor called up a man
And now wonders just which way turn
She stares at her coffee then looks toward the
But Lord it's a place to pray
At two in the morning on night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner feedin' the his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that he'd
But found he'd rented some time
And he couldn't sleep so he came to see if anyone else wants to play
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Cafe
Now there's an old bill in the frame on the wall
The first one that ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but like Rose beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register dreamin' of someone and how things be if he'd stay
But it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Eats Cafe
The shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman
It's strange how their eyes never
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
two in the morning 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 move it or lose it and pick up an order 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 countin' the change in his jeans
Burger and coffee are 85 cents and he's got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him but that's a high price to pay
At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats
The baby faced sailor he leans on the phone and dials the number
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans bout wonderful places been
And a comes in off the street and starts shoutin'
Bout fortunes that he away
And Rosalie's 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
And the 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 Cafe