Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe Lyrics - Bobby Bare

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