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Invitation To The Blues

Tom Waits

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Well she's  up against the register with  an apron and a spatula    
With yesterday's deliveries and the tickets for the bachelors    
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes    
But it's just an invitation to the blues    
And you feel just like Cagney she loks like Rita Hayworth    
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore    
You wonder  if she might be single she's a loner and likes to mingle    
  Got to be patient try and pick up  a clue          
She said "How you gonna like 'em over medium or scrambled?"    
You say "Anyway's the only way" be careful not to gamble    
On a guy with a suitcase and a  ticket getting  out of here    
In a tired bus station in an old pair of shoes    
This ain't no thing but an invitation to the blues    
But you can't take your eyes off her get another cup of java    
And it's jus t the way she pours it for you joking with the customers    
Mercy  mercy Mr. Percy there ain't nothing back in Jersey    
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But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind    
And a dream that I was chasing    
a battle with booze    
And an  open invitation to the blues   
But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy    
And a bank account and everything accustomed to the finer things    
He probably  left her for a socialite and he didn't love her 'cept at night    
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And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared    
So they took the registration    
And the car-keys and her shoes    
And left her with an invitation to the blues    
<u>Gm7</u> <u>A7+</u> <u>Dm</u>
(...solo sax)    
'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight good evening    
You can have my seat I'm sticking round here for a while    
Get me a room at the Squire the filling station's hiring    
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And  I can eat here every night what the hell have I got to lose?    
Got a crazy sensation    
Go or stay? now I gotta choose    
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues

Invitation To The Blues

Tom Waits