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ROSALIE'S GOOD EATS CAFE (Shel Silverstein) Bobby Bare It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café The onions are fryin', 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 mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café The short-order cook with the MOMMA tattoo He's a'turnin' them hamburgers slow "Eggs over easy, whole wheat down, D' 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 Café There's a tall, skinny girl in the booth in the back Wearin' jeans and a secondhand 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, then looks toward the ceiling But, Lord, it's a strange place to pray At two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café 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 her But found he'd just rented some time And he couldn't sleep, so he come back to see If anyone else wants to play At two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café There's an old dollar bill in a 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'd be if he'd stayed But it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café 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 And he's out of work and she's puttin' on weight And, hell, they never did had too much to say And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café 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 will walk in And carry her far, far away From two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café 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 mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café 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 And Rosalie's askin' 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 Rosalie's lookin' away And the onions keep fryin', the neon is bright And the jukebox continues to play And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café.

    


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