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ROSALIE'S GOOD EATS CAFE Written by Shel Silverstein and Bobby Bare from "Bobby Bare Sings Lullabys, Legends and Lies" submitted by mirthmgr Intro: G
It's Gtwo in the mornin' on Saturday nG7ight at CRosalie's Good Eats CaGfe.
The Conions are fryin', the Gneon is bright and the A7jukebox is startin' to D7play.
and the Gsign on the wall says, "In God we G7trust, all Cothers have to Gpay."
And it's Ctwo in the mornin' on GSaturday Emnight at D7Rosalie's Good Eats CaGfe.
The short order cook with the Mama tattoo, he's turning them hamburgers slow. Eggs over easy, whole wheat down, "Do 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 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 where she can turn. She stares at her coffee and looks towards the ceiling, but, Lord, it's a strange place to pray, at two in the mornin' 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 bought her, but found he's 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 mornin' on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe Key change: G A
There's an Aold dollar bill in a frame on the A7wall, the Dfirst one that Rose ever Amade.
It was Donce worth a dollar, a Along time ago, but, like B7Rose, it's beginning to E7fade.
She's Aback of the register, dreamin' of A7someone, and Dhow things'd be if he'd Astayed,
but it's Dtwo in the mornin' on ASaturday F#mnight at E7Rosalie's Good Eats CaAfe.
The stoop-shouldered man and his frizzy-haired woman, it's strange how their eyes never meet. He's playing the pinball; she's fixing the blanket of the baby asleep on the seat. And he's out of work, she's putting on weight, and hell, they never did have too much to say. It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe. Key change: A C
The Cwaitress, Darlene, she sits at the cC7ounter Fpaintin' her fingernails Cblue,
and the Fshort order cook, he yells, "CMove it or lose it, and Dpick up an order of G7stew!"
But Csome day a rich, handsome man will walk C7in and Fcarry her far, far aCway
from Ftwo in the mornin' on CSaturday Amnight at G7Rosalie's Good Eats CaCfe.
The shaggy-haired hippie, he's finished his meal and he's countin' the change in his jeans. A burger and coffee are eighty-five cents, but, man, 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 mornin' 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 the wonderful places he's been. Then the wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin' 'bout fortunes that he threw away.
And FRosalie's askin' the shaggy-haired hippie if he's got a warm place to Cstay.
And the Fshort order cook takes a five from the till while Rosalie's lookin' aCway.
And the Fonions keep fryin', the neon is bright, and the jukebox continues to Cplay.
And it's Ftwo in the mornin' on CSaturday Amnight at G7Rosalie's Good Eats CaCfe.