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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
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