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, y'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 a man And now wonders just which way
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 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 of the register
dreamin' of someone and how things would be if
he'd stay But it's two in the morning on Saturday
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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