At 4 A.M.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember Rosie, sure

Who could forget?

She was working for Sammy the fool, wasn't she?

Some kind of counterfeit business, Tucson?

Say, who's the paint job in the pink silk sack?

She sure be looking well informed

Rosie pulled my sleeve, she said, "Leave that alone

That young thing ain't yet been born," she said, "Shut up, listen

At 4 a.m. I'll be back in San Antone

At 4th and 12th street, mister, I don't leave alone"

Rosie told me, "Never forget

When they get spiteful, they always do their best"

So are we over, are we across

Or are we double once again?

Rosie told me, "It's tic-tac-toe"

She just gotta collect her dividends, she said, "Shut up, listen

At 4 a.m. I'll be back in San Antone

At 4th and 12th street, mister, I don't leave alone"

Rosie, Rosie, the violets bloom

No curtains hanging in her room, she told me

"Carrying all this stuff around just keeps me out of place

One more drop and I'm through

I'm through"

"At 4 a.m. I'll be back in San Antone

At 4th and 12th street, mister, I don't leave alone"

Rosie, Rosie, I remember well

"Just one more drop," she said

Just one more drop

At 4 a.m. I'll be back in San Antone

At 4th and 12th street, mister, I don't leave alone

Rosie, Rosie, the violets bloom

No curtains hanging in her room