Red Rose Cafe
Oh, they come from the farms and the factories tooAnd they all soon forget who they areThe cares of the day are soon washed awayAs they sit at a stool by the barThe girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stone shirtDoesn't look like she works on the landThe man on the end is a very good friendOf a man who sells cars second hand
Chorus:Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harborThere by the port just outside AmsterdamEveryone shares in the songs and the laughterEveryone there is so happy to be there
The salesmen relax with a few pints of beerThey try and not speak about tradeThe poet won't write any verses tonightBut he may sing a sweet serenadeThe great tarot man, the piano will playAll the songs that you're wanting to hearAnd the pretty young thing doesn't know how to singBut the customers give her a cheer
Outside in the real world the rage is still onIt's all gone a little bit madNow in circles we go so it's good to knowOf a place where good times can be hadSo pull up a chair and forget about lifeIt's a good thing to do now and thenAnd if you like it here I have an ideaTomorrow we'll all meet again
Chorus:Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harborThere by the port just outside AmsterdamEveryone shares in the songs and the laughterEveryone there is so happy to be there