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Lullabys, Legends and Lies RCA AFL1 0290 (74) Produced by Bobby Bare

Side 1
1. Lullabys, Legends and Lies (Shel Silverstein)
2. Paul (Shel Silverstein)
3. Marie Laveav (Shel Silverstein, Baxter Taylor)
4. Daddy What If (Shel Silverstein)
5. The Winner (Shel Silverstein)
6. In the Hills of Shiloh (Shel Silverstein, Jim Friedman)
7. She's My Ever Lovin' Machine (Shel Silverstein)

Side 2
1. The Mermaid (Shel Silverstein, Jim Friedman)
2. Rest Awhile (Shel Silverstein)
3. Bottomless Well (Shel Silverstein)
4. The Wonderful Soup Stone (Shel Silverstein)
5. True Story (Shel Silverstein)
6. Sure Hit Songwriting Pen (Shel Silverstein)
7. Rosalie's Good Eat Cafe (Shel Silverstein)

This album is still available on CD.

I first heard of Bobby Bare when his song "Detroit City" was enjoying very frequent airplay way back in 1963. I bought the album "500 Miles Away From Home" and practically wore it out playing it and have become a fan of Bobby Bare since. Bobby Bare has kept up with the times and his style of music changes somewhat as years go by. However, he still maintains his original to the heart laid back style of singing. Even though he has enjoyed many chart successes including the Best Country Song Grammy award for his "Detroit City", none of his songs has ever reached the number one spot until 1974 when he released this very successful album "Lullabys Legends and Lies". One of the songs from the album namely "Marie Laveau" went to the number one spot in the country chart and was his only song to do so.

"Lullabys, Legends and Lies" was Bare's most successful album and I feel it deserves a much more detailed review for the potential buyers. It was also his most successful concept album. Bobby Bare is the first artist to come up with a concept album. His very first was a concept album about reminiscing the past….. a 1967 album called "A Bird named Yesterday" with songs mainly written by Jack Clement. It is my all time favourite LP of Bobby Bare which I hope will be available on CD soon. . Those who love "Lullabys Legend & Lies" will surely love this album.

As a fan of Bobby Bare for 40 years, I do agree that this is one of Bare's best concept albums with excellent to the heart interpretation of Shel Silverstein's lyrics. The very talented Shel was an excellent song writer having written numerous hits including "A Boy Named Sue" for Johnny Cash, "One's On The Way" for Loretta Lynn, "Sylvia's Mother" for Dr. Hook and 'The Unicorn" for Irish Rover.

This album consists of 14 "lullabys, legends and lies". It was very successfully done with an added hysterical atmosphere with Bobby Bare telling his lullabys, legends and lies to a bunch of very appreciative live audience, which included celebrities, and friends of Bobby Bare such as Waylon Jennings. You can actually hear the response from the audience and appreciate just how much they are enjoying themselves.

"Marie Laveau", "Winners", "Daddy What If" and the titled song were chart successes. "Marie Laveau" tells an interesting tale of a witch. This song not only became the number one chart hit but also Bobby Bare's most requested song during his concert performances. The audience just love the witch yell! "Daddy What If" became a top 5 hits after RCA made a successful promotion to the DJs. The song was a duet with the then very young Bobby Bare Jr. It is a cute family song and very difficult not to like. I love the song "Wonderful Soup Stone" with it's up tempo beat and a very melodic chorus.

"The Winner", another chart hit with a typical Bare's tongue in cheek humour, tells a very interesting and funny story of how a smaller man picked a fight with another twice his size, who instead of beating him up decided to tell him just how it is to be a winner! You will love the rather poetic and funny lyrics. "…..these bright white smilin' teeth, you know, they ain't my own. Mine rolled away like Chiclets on the streets of San Antoine" and how his nose being broken so often that "I might loose it when I sneeze!" The song is full of such humour. The accompanying fast tempo music and the very effective change of music key add to the success of this song. "She's My Ever Loving Machine" and the "Mermaid" are two other novelty songs in this collection. "In the Hills of Shiloh" and "Paul", "Stay Awhile" and "Rosalie's Good Eats Café" are nice ballads sung in the familiar Bare's laid back style.

After this album's success, Bobby Bare brought out some other good concept albums with the help of his now very close buddy, the late Shel. "Hard Times Hungry" is now available on CDs. Another very successful concept album is the one called "Singing in the Kitchen" which he did with his whole family. Shel again wrote most of the songs and I have received so many E-mails all over the world asking me where to get this other album!

Dr Y.S. Lee.

LULLABYS LEGENDS AND LIES

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

Gather round fellows I'll tell you some tales about murder and blueberry

pies

And heroes and hells and bottomless wells and lullabys legends and lies

And gather round ladies come sit at my feet I'll sing about warm sunny

skies

There's mermaids and beans and lovin' machines in my lullabys legends

and lies

Lullabys legends and lies and lies lullabys legends and lies

I'll sing you a song then I'll shuffle along with my lullabys legends and lies

I may make you wonder I may make you smile I may bring the tears to your eyes

But when I disappear Lord you'll wish I was here with more lullabys

legends and lies

So open the bottle and pass a guitar and look in my warm lovin' eyes

I'll take you to places you ain't been before with my lullabys legends and

lies, Lullabys legends and lies...

**********

PAUL

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

Well he rode through the woods on a big blue ox

He had face as hard as choppin' blocks

Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall that's Paul

Talk about working when he swung his ax you could hear it ring for a mile

and half

He'd yell timber and down she'd fall for Paul

Talk about drinkin' that man's so mean that he'd never drink nothin' but

kerosene

A five gallon can is a little bit small for Paul

Talk about women that man's so lusty

Needs a woman ever hour just to keep from gettin' rusty

Young ones run and the old ones crawl to Paul

Talk about tough well he once had a fight with a thunderstorm on a cold

dark night

I ain't sayin' who won but it don't storm at all round here thanks to Paul

He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh

Said I think I'm gonna lay right down and die

Cause sunshine and sorrow I've seen it all says Paul

Says there ain't no man alive can kill me ain't no woman left can thrill me

And I think a heaven just might be a ball says Paul

So he died and we cried

It took eighteen men just to bust that ground

Took three or four more just to lower him down

Then we covered him up and we figured that was all for Paul

But late one night the trees started shaking

And the dogs started barking and the earth started quaking

And out of the ground with the hi ye all came Paul

Well he shook the dirt from off his clothes

He scratched his ass and wiped his nose

You know being dead won't be no fun at all says Paul

He said now up in heaven they got harps on their knees

They got clouds and wings but they got no trees

I don't think that's much of a heaven at all says Paul

So he jumps on his ox with the fare thee well

He said I'll find out if they got trees in hell

And he rode away and that was all we ever seen of Paul

Butthe next time you hear a timber yell

And the sound like it's comin' from the pits of hell

Then a boomin' laugh and a ghostly wail like somebody choppin' on the

devil's tail

Then a shout and a call a crash and a fall

That ain't no mortal man at all that's just Paul

**********

MARIE LEVEAU

(Shel Silverstein - Baxter Taylor)

Ť Š '71 Evil Eye Music ť

Down in Louisiana where the black trees grow lives a voodoo lady named

Marie Leveau

She got a black cat tooth and a mojo bone and anyone wouldn't leave her

alone

She go (greeeeeee) another man done gone

She lives in a swamp in a hollow log with a one eyed snake and a three

legged dog

She got a bent bony body and stringy hair

And if she ever seen you all messin' round there

She go (greeeeeee) another man done gone

And then one night when the moon was black into the swamp come

Handsome Jack

A no good man like you all know when he was lookin' around for Marie

Leveau

He said Marie Leveau you lovely witch gimme little charm that'll make me

rich

Gimme million dollars and I tell you what I'll do this very night I'm gonna

marry you

And it'll be ummmmmmm another man done gone

So Marie done some magic and she shook a little sand

Made a million dollars and she put it in his hands

Then she giggled and she wiggled and she said hey hey

I'm gettin' ready for my weddin' day

But ol' Handsome Jack he said goodbye Marie

You're too damn ugly for a rich man like me

Then Marie started numblin' her fangs started gnashin'

Her body started tremblin' and her eyes started flashin'

And she went (greeeeeee) another man done gone

So if you ever get down where the black trees grow

And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Leveau

If she ever asks you to make her your wife

Man you better stay with her for the rest of your life

Or it'll be (oheeeeeee) another man done gone

**********

DADDY WHAT IF

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '70 Evil Eye Music ť

(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then)

If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised

You'd stare up at the heavens with those big blue eyes

And wind would carry all of your light up to the skies

And the sun would start shinin' again

(Daddy what if the wind stopped blowin' what would happen then)

If the wind stopped blowin' then the land would be dry

And your boat wouldn't sail son and your kite wouldn't fly

And the grass would see all of your troubles and she'd tell the wind

And the wind would start blowin' again

(But daddy what if the grass stopped growin' what would happen then)

If the grass stopped growin' why you'd probably cry

And the ground would be wathered by the tears from your eyes

And then like your love for me the grass would grow so high

Yes the grass would start growin' again

(But daddy what if I stopped lovin' you what would happen then)

If you stopped lovin' me then the grass would stop growin'

The sun would stop shinin' and the wind would stop blowin'

So you see if you wanna keep this old world a goin'

You better start lovin' me again again you better start lovin' me again

You hear me Bobby you better start lovin' me again

You love me Bobby you better start lovin' me again

**********

WONDERFUL SOUP STONE

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

I swer you could taste the chicken and tomatoes and the noodles and the

marrow bone

But it really wadn't nothin' but some water and potatoes

And the wonderful wonderful soup stone

Hangin' from a string in my momma's kitchen back in the hard time days

Was a little ol' stone bout the size of an apple it was smooth and worn and

gray

There wadn't much food in my momma's kitchen so whenever things got

tight

Momma'd boil up some water put in the stone say let's have some soup

tonight

And I swer you could taste...

It'd been in the family for a whole lotta years so we knew it was a

nourishing thing

And I remember momma as he stirred it in the water and we all could hear

her sing

It's a magical stone and as long as we got it we'll never have a hungry

night

Just add a little love to the wonderful soup stone and everything'll be all

right

And I swer you could taste...

So it carried us all through the darkenin' days till finally the sunshine came

And the soup stone started in a gatherin' dust but it hung there just the

same

But ever since then Lord the food's been plenty and ever now and then I

find

That momma in the kitchen and the wonderful soup stone drifts across my

mind

And again I'd taste taste...

We were nourished by the wonderful soup stone oh the wonderful

wonderful soup stone

**********

WINNER

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked like a drunk old fool

And I knew if I hit him right why I could knock him off of that stool

But everybody they said watch out hey that's the tiger man McCool

He's had the whole lotta fights and he's always come out winner yeah he's

a winner

But I had myself about five too many and I walked up tall and proud

I faced his back and I faced the fact that he had never stooped or bowed

I said Tiger Man you're a pussycat and the hush fell on the crowd

I said let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner

Well he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand then he braced against the

wall

He slowly looked up from his beer and my God that man was tall

He said boy I see you're a scrapper so just before you fall

I'm gonna tell you just a little bout what it means to be a winner

He said now you see these bright white smilin' teeth you know they ain't

my own

Mine rolled away like chicklets down the street in San Antone

But I left that person cursin' nursin' seven broken bones

And he only broke ah three of mine that makes me the winner

He said now behind this grin I got steel pin that holds my jaw in place

A trophey of my most successful motorcycle race

And each morning when I wake and touch this scar across my face

It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner

Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay

That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife away

But that woman she gets uglier and she gets meaner every day

But I got her boy that's what makes me a winner

He said you gotta speak loud when you challenge me son cause it's hard

for me to hear With this twisted neck and these migraione pains and this

big ole cauliflower ear

And if it wadn't for this glass eye of mine why I'd shed a happy tear

To think of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner

I got arthuritic elbows boy I got dislocated knees

From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees

And my nose been broke so often I might lose if I sneeze

And son you say you still wanna be a winner

Now you remind me a lotta my younger days with your knuckles a

clenchin' white

But boy I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night

And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain to prove by winnin' some silly

fight

Well okay I quit I lose you're the winner

So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud

And behind me I still hear the hoots of laughter of the crowd

But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth're still in my

mouth

And you know I guess that makes me the winner

**********

IN THE HILLS OF SHILOH

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '63 Evil Eye Music ť

Have you seen Amanda Blaine in the Hills of Shiloh

Wandering through the morning rain in the Hills of Shiloh

Have you seen her at her door listening for the cannon roar

And the man who went to war from the Hills of Shiloh

Have you heard her mournful cries in the Hills of Shiloh

Have you seen her hunted eyes in the Hills of Shiloh

Have you seen her running down searching through the sleepy town

In her yellowed wedding gown in the Hills of Shiloh

Have you seen her standing there in the Hills of Shiloh

Wind a blowing through her hair in the Hills of Shiloh

Listening for the sound of guns listening for the rolling drums

And the man who never comes to the Hills of Shiloh

Have you heard Amanda sing in the Hills of Shiloh

Whispering to her wedding ring in the Hills of Shiloh

Hear her humming soft and low poor Amanda doesn't know

Twas ended forty years ago in the Hills of Shiloh

**********

SHE'S MY EVER LOVIN' MACHINE

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '65 Evil Eye Music ť

Well friends you know once I was took in by a girl with a twinkly eye

But the first time that I wasn't lookin' she ran off with a handsomer guy oh

But I'm an inventin' tipe feller so as soon as my brain got uncurled

I tiptoed right down to my cellar and built a mechanical girl

Oh her arms are iron her legs are steel her hips are on wires attached to a

wheel

And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil she's my ever lovin' machine

She's always right there when I need her and she's very easy to please

And hardly cost nothing to feed her just some water and oil and grease

She never complains when I stay out all night she never complains that I

ain't rich

And each time I want her just to cuddle me up tight

I just reach out and turn on 'er switch

Oh her arms are iron...

She has no trouble makin' her mind up cause friends I did not give her a

mind

And her heart is a clock that I wind up so I know that she'll love me in time

She always did what she was supposed to right up to this evening but

then

She had an affair with a toaster and they ran off and left me again

Oh her arms were iron her legs were steel her hips were on wires attached

to a wheel

And her spine was a coil that I used to oil she was my ever lovin' machine

**********

MERMAID

(Shel Silverstein - Jim Friedman)

Ť Š '65 Evil Eye Music ť

When I was a lad in fishing town an old man said to me

You can spend your life your jolly life just sailing on the sea

You can search the world for pretty girls till your eyes're weak and dim

But don't go swimming with the mermaid son if you don't know how to

swim

Cause her hair is green as seaweed and her skin is blue and pale

And I tell you now before you start you can love that girl with all your heart

But you're just gonna love the upper part you're not gonna like the tail

So I signed onto a whaling ship and my very first day at sea

I seen a mermaid in the waves a reaching out to me

Come live with me in the sea said she and down on the ocean's floor

I'll show you a million wonderous things you never seen before

So over I jumped and she pulled me down down to her seaweed bed

And the pillow made of tortoise shell she placed beneath my head

She fed me shrimps and caviar upon the silver dish

From her head to her waist she was my taste but the rest of her was a fish

Her hair was green as seaweed and her skin was blue and pale

And her face it was a work of art and I loved that girl with all my heart

But I only loved the upper part I did not like the tail

Then one day she swam away and I sang to the clams and whales

I missed her fence and her seaweed hair and the silvery shine of her

scales

Then her sister she swam by and set my heart awhirl

Cause her upper part was an ugly fish but the bottom part was a girl

Yeah her toes are pink and rosy and her knees are smooth and pale

And her legs they are a work of art and I love that girl with all my heart

I don't give a damn bout the upper part and that's how I end my tale

**********

10.

REST AWHILE

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

Does anyone know of a girl who might like a tired old boy on a rusty old

bike

Who just pulled in today from the Florida Glades

And just got to stop and rest awhile and rest awhile

Does anyone know of someone who can use

A hard working fool who don't ever touch booze

Who's only vice is a roll of a dice

And he's just got to stop and rest awhile and rest awhile

Easy there lady I don't want no trouble I'll pay for my chilly and leave

Easy there mister I got the money and if I was you I'd let go off my sleeve

Does anyone know of a place I can sleep

Where I won't hear the cry of the wind as she weeps

For a poor wandering soul who got no place to go

And just got to stop and rest awhile and rest awhile

No fellers you can't have a ride cause my bike and my girls I don't share

Hey sheriff thank you for stoppin' and being concerned bout the lenght of

my hair

Can anyone lend me a half tank of gas

And I guess that the smile would be too much to ask

Cause your warm friendly town don't want my kind around

And I guess I can't stop and rest awhile and rest awhile

Hello mama your boys comin' home cause my bike and my dreams all got

wrecked

No mama don't hung up the phone I'm sorry that I had to call you collect

Can anyone lend me a half tank...

**********

11.

BOTTOMLESS WELL

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

They say there he sits in his big white wicker rocker

Eatin' candy coated cashews sippin' orange lemonade

While a sweet young thing fans the flies some off his eyebrows

He's dozin' in the green catalpa shade

Lord they say that Jessee Langtree's got it made

A little bit south of the Okechobee there's a story that the swamp folks tell

About a mean old man named Jesse Langtree

And a sweet young maid and a bottomless well

That water's cold but that don't matter how deep it is no one can tell

Just drop a stone you'll never hear it splatter

It just falls down down forever in the bottomless well

Through fifteen miles of snakes and gators

With the raging fever and the trembling chills

I wandered lost through the Okechobee

And there I seen 'em sittin' there by the bottomless well

Yeah now there he sits...

(Oh let's hear it for Jesse now hey Jesse)

I asked her for a drink of water and as Jesse slept me and her we talked a

spell

She said that she was his wife and daughter Lord Lord

But his heart was cold cold and dark as the bottomless well

And as he slept I bent to kiss her I heard a loud and jealous yell

Felt my head explode in darkness two big hairy arms picked me up

And dragged me to the bottomless well

I woke up in fear and trembling I was staring down into the jaws of hell

As he held me high above his shoulders

A gonna throw me down down down to the bottomless well

Now here I sit in Jesse's big white wicker rocker

Eatin' his candy coated cashews sippin' his orange lemonade

While that sweet young thing fans the flies some off my eyebrows

I'm dozin' in the green catalpa shade

Enjoying things that Jesse Langtree made oh God bless you Jesse

Now some folks say that sweet thing pushed him but I was there and I'd

swear he fell

But it ain't murder cause he ain't dead cause he's still a fallin'

Goin' down down forever in the bottomless well

Goin' down down down down down bye Jesse

**********

12.

TRUE STORY

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

This mornin' I jumped on my horse and went out for a ride

Some wild outlaws chased me and they shot me in the side

So I crawled into a wild cat's cave to find a place to hide

But some pirates found me a sleepin' there and soon they had me tied

Till the lady zombie cut me loose and begged to be my bride

So I said I'd come back Wednesday but I must admit I lied

Cause I run away into the swamp but I forgot my guide

And I stepped into some quick sand and no matter how I tried

I couldn't get out until I met a crocodile named Clyde

Who took me to some canibals who'd plan they had me fried

They built a fire under me and I swear I almost cried

Till an eagle come and swooped me up and through the air we flied

But he dropped me in a boilin' lake a thousand miles wide

And you know what happened then I died

**********

13.

SURE HIT SONGWRITER'S PEN

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' them for all of the

stars

Watchin' them laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars

So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home

And I's a headin' for the trailway bus

When I seen an old fountain pen layin' in the gutter so I stopped and

picked it up

It was worn out and bent and cast aside kinda sorta like myself

So I sat down on the curb and wrote a little song

That told the world how both of us felt

Then I run that song down the Music Row and before I had time to spit

It's pitched and sold and cut for a record

And movin' up the charts and damned it's a hit

So I wrote me another winner then I wrote me a smash again

And it's a flyin' off the ground cause I knew I found me a sure hit

songrwiter pen

So the songs they just kept a pourin' out and the money kept pourin' in

Oh I just couldn't miss all it took was a twist of my sure hit songwriter's

pen

Remember when I won the Grammy then I won it again and again

Well none of you knew it was all due to my sure hit songwriter's pen

I was a darling of all of the ladies I was a hero among the men

Makin' big dough workin' rodeos and TV shows me and my sure hit

songwriter pen

But then one night in Wichita I was just comin' off of the stage

Folks all lined up screamin' for my autograph and Lord I was a nation rage

One little freckle faced girl was there she said I got no pencil sir

So I signed up with my songwriter pen and then handed the pen back to

her

Four o'clock that morning I woke up with the shakes and the bends

With terror in my eyes cause good God I realized I'd lost my sure hit

songwriter pen

I offered rewards in papers and I pleaded on the sympathy line

And the whole lotta folks sent a whole lotta pens but none of them pens

was mine

So my songs got worse and my money ran out and so did all my good

time friends

And there was no doubt I was nothing without my long lost sure hit

songwriter pen

So I rolled like a stone down old Skid Row where I feed my blues on wine

And I rest my chops in a two-bit flop and I tell my story for a drink or a

dime

And I sleep with my shoes underneath my head dream about days back

then

When I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit songwriter pen

Somewhere in Wichita some little girl who's a freckle faced and nine or ten

Is doin' her arithmetic homework tonight with the sure hit songwriter's pen

I'll say God bless you honey you got yourself a sure hit songwriter pen

there

Write a song for me baby you got a sure hit songwriter pen

Send me some money you got a sure hit songwriter pen

**********

14.

ROSALIE'S GOOD EATS CAFE

(Shel Silverstein)

Ť Š '73 Evil Eye Music ť

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 all the way down they 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 her man

And now wonders just where she 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 the 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 that 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 off the riched 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 make up and

orders too

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 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 with 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 the warm place

to stay

And the short order cook takes the 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

**********

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