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Rosalies Good Eats Cafe

Höfundur lags: Shel Silverstein Höfundur texta: Shel Silverstein Flytjandi: Bobby Bare Sent inn af: Anonymous
[G]It's two in the morning on Saturday night
At [C]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe
The [C]onions are frying the [G]neon is bright
And the [A7]juke box is starting to [D7]play   
And the [G]sign on the wall says in God we trust
All [C]others will have to [G]pay  
It's [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe


The short order cook with the Mama Tattoo
He's [C]turning them hamburgers [G]slow  [C]eggs over easy
[G]Whole wheat down do you [A7]all want that coffee to [D7]go   
He [G]never once dreamed as a rodeo star
That [C]he'd wind up here to[G]day  at [C]two in the morning
On Saturday [G]night at [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe


There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the back
Wearing [C]jeans and a second hand [G]fur  
She's [C]been to the doctor then [G]called up the man
And now [A7]wonders just where she can [D7]turn   
She [G]stares at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling
But [C]Lord it's a strange place to [G]pray
At [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe


There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner
[C]Feeding the juke box his [G]dimes
He [C]just had a woman and [G]thought that he'd bought her
But[A7] found he'd just rented some [D7]time   
And [G]he couldn't sleep so he came back to see
If [C]anyone else wants to [G]play
At [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe


Now there's an old dollar bill in a frame on the wall
The [C]first one that Rose ever [G]made
It was [C]once worth a dollar a [G]long time ago
But like [A7]Rose it's beginning to [D7]fade   
She's [G]back of the register dreaming of someone
And [C]how things would be if he'd [G]stayed
But it's [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe


The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman
It's [C]strange how their eyes never [G]meet
He's [C]playing the pinball she's f[G]ixing the blanket
Of the [A7]baby asleep on the [D7]seat   
And [G]he's out of work and she's putting on weight
Hell they [C]never did have much to [G]say  
But it's [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's good eats [G]cafe


The waitress Darlene she sits at the counter
[C]Painting her fingernails [G]blue
And the [C]short order cook he yells [G]move it or lose it
And [A7]pick up an order of [D7]stew but [G]someday
A rich handsome man'll walk in and [C]carry her far far [G]away
From [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe



A shaggy haired hippie he's finished his meal
And he's [C]counting the change in his [G]jeans
A [C]burger and coffee are [G]eighty five cents
And [A7]he's only got twenty [D7]three
He [G]smiles at Rose and she winks back at him
But [C]Lord that's a high price to [G]pay  
At [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe


A baby faced sailor leans on the phone
And [C]dials the number [G]again
While the [C]guy in the tux tells the [G]girl in the jeans
About the [A7]wonderful places he's [D7]been   
And a [G]wino comes in off the street and starts shouting
About the [C]fortunes that he through [G]away

And [C]Rosalie's asking the [G]shaggy haired hippie
If [C]he's got a warm place to [G]stay
And the [C]short order cook takes a [G]five from the till
While [C]Rosalie's looking [G]away
And the [C]onions keep frying the [G]neon is bright
And the [C]juke box continues to [G]play
And it's [C]two in the morning on [G]Saturday night
At [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats [G]Cafe

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 juke box is starting to play
And the sign on the wall says in God we trust
All others will have to pay
It's two in the morning on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

The short order cook with the Mama Tattoo
He's turning them hamburgers slow  eggs over easy
Whole wheat down do you 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
Wearing jeans and a second hand fur
She's been to the doctor then called up the 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 morning on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner
Feeding the juke box 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 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 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 beginning to fade
She's back of the register dreaming of someone
And how things would be if he'd stayed
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 playing the pinball she's fixing the blanket
Of the baby asleep on the seat
And he's out of work and she's putting on weight
Hell they never did have much to say
But it's two in the morning on Saturday night
At Rosalie's good eats cafe

The waitress Darlene she sits at the counter
Painting 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

A shaggy haired hippie he's finished his meal
And he's counting the change in his jeans
A burger and coffee are eighty five 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 Cafe

A baby faced sailor leans on the phone
And dials the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans
About the wonderful places he's been
And a wino comes in off the street and starts shouting
About the fortunes that he through 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 Rosalie's looking away
And the onions keep frying the neon is bright
And the juke box continues to play
And it's two in the morning on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

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