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 Rosalie's Good Eats { juke box is starting to sign on the wall says in God we trust, all { Saturday night, at }Cafe. turning them hamburgers whole wheat down, do you never once dreamed, as a rodeo star, that Saturday night, at }Cafe. jeans and a second hand been to the doctor, then {G}called up the man, and now stares at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling, but Lord it's a strange place to Rosalie's Good Eats {}Cafe. feeding the juke box his thought that he'd bought her, but he couldn't sleep, so he came back to see, if two in the morning, on Rosalie's Good Eats {G}Cafe. first one that Rose ever long time ago, but like back of the register, dreaming of someone, and stayed, but it' s }Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe. strange how their eyes never fixing the blanket of the he's out of work, and she's putting on weight, hell they say, but it's Rosalie' s good eats {}cafe. { painting her fingernails { move it or lose it, and someday a rich handsome man'll walk in and }two in the morning, on Cafe. A shaggy haired hippie, he's finished his meal, and he's {C}counting the change in his eighty five cents, and smiles at Rose, and she winks back at him, but two in the morning, on {}Cafe. { dials the number { girl in the jeans, about the }wino comes in off the street and starts shouting about the fortunes that he through a{ he's got a warm place to five from the till, while {C}Rosalie's looking onions keep frying, the neon is bright, and the two in the morning, on Cafe.