Bobby Bare Rosalie`s Good Eats Cafe Lyrics

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, 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 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