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