Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
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 G G7 It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night C G at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe. C G The onions are fryin', the neon is bright A7 D7 and the jukebox is startin' to play. G G7 and the sign on the wall says, "In God we trust, C G all others have to pay." C G Em And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night D7 G 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 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 A A7 There's an old dollar bill in a frame on the wall, D A the first one that Rose ever made. D A It was once worth a dollar, a long time ago, B7 E7 but, like Rose, it's beginning to fade. A A7 She's back of the register, dreamin' of someone, D A and how things'd be if he'd stayed, D A F#m but it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night E7 A 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, 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 C C7 The waitress, Darlene, she sits at the counter F C paintin' her fingernails blue, F C and the short order cook, he yells, "Move it or lose it, D G7 and pick up an order of stew!" C C7 But some day a rich, handsome man will walk in F C and carry her far, far away F C Am from two in the mornin' on Saturday night G7 C at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe. 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. F And Rosalie's askin' the shaggy-haired hippie C if he's got a warm place to stay. F And the short order cook takes a five from the till C while Rosalie's lookin' away. F And the onions keep fryin', the neon is bright, C and the jukebox continues to play. F C Am And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night G7 C at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.