Jukebox playing lull,
I close the door behind me
so I can smell
Burning onions from the kitchen
There's a pretty girl, but just like me
She's as tired as can be
She's a waitress in this
all -night café
Truck drivers comin' in,
two old geezers playin' gin
It's a hangout full of lonely
after midnight
They all come here to hang around
And since my baby left this town,
I'm a regular in this all -night café.
I've got these all -night café blues,
listening to old whine
-o's and sad news.
In my coffee, there's a spike
Outside three motorbikes
just humming along
To those all -night cafe blues
Now, the owner, he don't care
Just as long as he gets his share
of the dirty cups of coffee
and the donuts in the washroom
there's a fight
two women of the night
old jukebox wine
these all night cafe blues
i've got these all night
cafe blues
Listenin' to old whine
-o's and sad news
In my coffee, there's a spike outside
Three motorbikes just hummin' along
To these all -night cafe blues
In my coffee, there's a spike
Outside three motorbikes
Just hummin' along to these
all -night Café Blues
Just hummin' along to these
all -night Café Blues you