The Red Rose Cafe

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They come from the farms and the factories too,
And they all soon forget who they are
The cares of today are soon washed away
As they sit at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes and the rolling stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end is a very good friend
Of a man who sells secondhand cars

Down at the red rose cafe in the harbour
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter
Everyone there is so happy to be there

The grey haired old man , the piano will play
Any song that you wanted to hear
That pritty young thing doesn't know how to sing
But the customers give her a cheer
Now outside in the real world the race is still on
It's all gone a little bit mad
In circles we go and it's good to know
Of the place where good times are had


The salesmen relax with a few pints of beer
And they try not to talk about life
The poet wont write any verses tonight
But he may sing a sweet sernade
So pull up a chair and forget about life
It's a good thing to do now and then
And if you like it here I have an idea
Tomorrow lets all meet again