Patti Scialfa - Rose Lyrics
Rose was a waitress for twenty years or morebringing in the change, she was heaven sentshe taught me how to balance trays when I didn't know what to doand I learned to turn tables to make my rentShe said keep your eye on the work clock, keep a dollar in the jukeboxand there's a bottle of whiskey behind the coffee machineDon't talk to the boss, he's just trouble you don't want to crosshe's the walking definition of what it is to be meanWell, I'm going out tonight on the streets of the cityGoing to spend my money tonightI'm going out on the streets of the cityRose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all rightWell there's this guy who speaks no English, and he does the dishes by handYou know his pace it never slacksI 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 highseems he can't make a dentMe I'm just *****in' by the service stationso tired of waiting on all these jokers for a lousy ten percentWell I'm going out on the streets of the cityGoing to spend my money tonightI'm going out on the streets of the cityRose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all rightNow listenI traveled once with this rock and roll bandand my baby was a hero at every small town barand I watched that summer of '88 pass through the rearview mirror of his rented carbut don't you learn hard and fast that the good times, they ain't meant to lastand that sweet love, ain't it the first to disappearRose, sometimes I get so frightened, I don't want to spend the rest of my lifeworking on the graveyard shift hereWell I'm going out on the streets of the cityGoing to spend my money tonightI'm going out on the streets of the cityRose, you're pushing fifty, but you sure look all right
