Rosalies Good Eats Cafe

This is an Great Old Bobby Bare Song off his Lullaby's, Legends & Lies Album 
from about 1973, it was written by Shel Silverstein 
 
Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe 
 
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 have to G pay, It's C two in the morning, on G 
Saturday night, at D7 Rosalie's Good Eats {G}Cafe. 
 
 
G 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 G 
Saturday night, at D7 Rosalie's Good Eats {G}Cafe. 
 
 
G 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. 
 
 
G 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. 
 
 
G 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 {D}Rosalie's Good Eats 
G Cafe. 
 
 
G The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman, it's C strange 
how their eyes never G meet, {C}he's playing the pinball, she's G fixing 
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. 
 
 
{G}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 a{G}way, from {C}two in 
the morning, on G Saturday night, at D7 Rosalie's Good Eats G Cafe. 
 
 
G 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. 
 
 
{G}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 
a{G}way, 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.