Rosalies Good Eats Cafe

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It's two in the mornin' on Saturday
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 night

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at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

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The onions are fryin', the neon is 
bright

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and the jukebox is startin' to play.

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and the sign on the wall says, "In 
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God we trust,

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all others have to pay."

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And it's two in the mornin' on 
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Saturday night

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at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

The short order cook with the Mama 
tattoo,
he's turning them hamburgers slow.
Eggs over easy, whole wheat down,
"Do 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 mornin' 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 where she can 
turn.
She stares at her coffee and looks 
towards the ceiling,
but, Lord, it's a strange place to 
pray,
at two in the mornin' 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 bought her,
but found he's 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 mornin' on Saturday 
night
at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

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Key change:
G   A

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There's an old dollar bill in a 
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frame on the wall,

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the first one that Rose ever made.

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It was once worth a dollar, a long 
time ago,

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but, like Rose, it's beginning to 
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fade.

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She's back of the register, 
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dreamin' of someone,

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and how things'd be if he'd stayed,

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but it's two in the mornin' on 
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Saturday night

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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 playing the pinball; she's 
fixing the blanket
of the baby asleep on the seat.
And he's out of work, she's putting 
on weight,
and hell, they never did have too 
much to say.
It's two in the mornin' on Saturday 
night
at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

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A   C

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The waitress, Darlene, she sits at 
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the counter

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paintin' her fingernails blue,

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and the short order cook, he yells,
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 "Move it or lose it,

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and pick up an order of stew!"

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But some day a rich, handsome man 
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will walk in

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and carry her far, far away

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from two in the mornin' on 
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Saturday night

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at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

The shaggy-haired hippie, he's 
finished his meal
and he's countin' the change in his 
jeans.
A burger and coffee are eighty-five 
cents,
but, man, he's only got 
twenty-three.
He smiles at Rose and she winks back
 at him,
but, Lord, that's a high price to 
pay
at two in the mornin' 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 the wonderful places he's 
been.
Then the wino comes in off the 
street and starts shoutin'
'bout fortunes that he threw away.

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And Rosalie's askin' the 
shaggy-haired hippie

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if he's got a warm place to stay.

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And the short order cook takes a 
five from the till

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while Rosalie's lookin' away.

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And the onions keep fryin', the neon
 is bright,

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and the jukebox continues to play.

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And it's two in the mornin' on 
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Saturday night

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at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.