Rose was a waitress for twenty years or more bringing in the change, she was heaven sent she taught me how to balance trays when I didn't know what to do and I learned to turn tables to make my rent She said keep your eye on the work clock, keep a dollar in the jukebox and there's a bottle of whiskey behind the coffee machine Don't talk to the boss, he's just trouble you don't want to cross he's the walking definition of what it is to be mean
Well, I'm going out tonight on the streets of the city Going to spend my money tonight I'm going out on the streets of the city Rose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all right
Well there's this guy who speaks no English, and he does the dishes by hand You know his pace it never slacks I said "Rose, he must be one of God's good children" She just laughs and says "Yeah, God's got him doing the dishes all night in the back" But he keeps smiling and those plates keep piling up so high seems he can't make a dent Me I'm just bitchin' by the service station so tired of waiting on all these jokers for a lousy ten percent
Well I'm going out on the streets of the city Going to spend my money tonight I'm going out on the streets of the city Rose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all right
Now listen I traveled once with this rock and roll band and my baby was a hero at every small town bar and I watched that summer of '88 pass through the rearview mirror of his rented car but don't you learn hard and fast that the good times, they ain't meant to last and that sweet love, ain't it the first to disappear Rose, sometimes I get so frightened, I don't want to spend the rest of my life working on the graveyard shift here
Well I'm going out on the streets of the city Going to spend my money tonight I'm going out on the streets of the city Rose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all right
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Well, I'm going out tonight on the streets of the city Going to spend my money tonight I'm going out on the streets of the city Rose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all right
Well there's this guy who speaks no English, and he does the dishes by hand You know his pace it never slacks I said "Rose, he must be one of God's good children" She just laughs and says "Yeah, God's got him doing the dishes all night in the back" But he keeps smiling and those plates keep piling up so high seems he can't make a dent Me I'm just bitchin' by the service station so tired of waiting on all these jokers for a lousy ten percent
Well I'm going out on the streets of the city Going to spend my money tonight I'm going out on the streets of the city Rose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all right
Now listen I traveled once with this rock and roll band and my baby was a hero at every small town bar and I watched that summer of '88 pass through the rearview mirror of his rented car but don't you learn hard and fast that the good times, they ain't meant to last and that sweet love, ain't it the first to disappear Rose, sometimes I get so frightened, I don't want to spend the rest of my life working on the graveyard shift here
Well I'm going out on the streets of the city Going to spend my money tonight I'm going out on the streets of the city Rose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all right
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