ROSALIE'S GOOD EATS CAFE (Shel Silverstein)
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It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Café
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The onions are fryin' the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play
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And the sign on the wall says "In God We Trust all others have to pay"
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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 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 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 mornin' on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Café
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 sometime
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 Café
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Now, there's an old dollar bill in the 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 but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade
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She's back of the register dreamin' of someone and how things would be if he'd stayed
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But it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Café
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The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman,
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It's strange how their eyes never meet
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He's playin' the pinball, she's fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the seat
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He's out of work, she's puttin' on weight and hell, they never did have too much to say
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It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Café
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The waitress Darlene, she sits at the counter, paintin' her fingernails blue
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And the short order cook, he yells, "move it or lose it and picks up and orders
of stew"
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But someday a rich handsome man'll walk in and carry her far far away
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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 eighty five cents, cents and 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 morning 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 with the jeans
About 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 lookin' away
And the onions keep frying', 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 Cafe