Rosalies Good Eats Cafe Chords & Lyrics - Bobby Bare

Intro: [G]

It's [G]two in the mornin' on Saturday n[G7]ight

at [C]Rosalie's Good Eats Ca[G]fe.

The [C]onions are fryin', the [G]neon is bright

and the [A7]jukebox is startin' to [D7]play.

and the [G]sign on the wall says, "In God we [G7]trust,

all [C]others have to [G]pay."

And it's [C]two in the mornin' on [G]Saturday [Em]night

at [D7]Rosalie's Good Eats Ca[G]fe.

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 [A]old dollar bill in a frame on the [A7]wall,

the [D]first one that Rose ever [A]made.

It was [D]once worth a dollar, a [A]long time ago,

but, like [B7]Rose, it's beginning to [E7]fade.

She's [A]back of the register, dreamin' of [A7]someone,

and [D]how things'd be if he'd [A]stayed,

but it's [D]two in the mornin' on [A]Saturday [F#m]night

at [E7]Rosalie's Good Eats Ca[A]fe.

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 [C]waitress, Darlene, she sits at the c[C7]ounter

[F]paintin' her fingernails [C]blue,

and the [F]short order cook, he yells, "[C]Move it or lose it,

and [D]pick up an order of [G7]stew!"

But [C]some day a rich, handsome man will walk [C7]in

and [F]carry her far, far a[C]way

from [F]two in the mornin' on [C]Saturday [Am]night

at [G7]Rosalie's Good Eats Ca[C]fe.

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 [F]Rosalie's askin' the shaggy-haired hippie

if he's got a warm place to [C]stay.

And the [F]short order cook takes a five from the till

while Rosalie's lookin' a[C]way.

And the [F]onions keep fryin', the neon is bright,

and the jukebox continues to [C]play.

And it's [F]two in the mornin' on [C]Saturday [Am]night

at [G7]Rosalie's Good Eats Ca[C]fe.