Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
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Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
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She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
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Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
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And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
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At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
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You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
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Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
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She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
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You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
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On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
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It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
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This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
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But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
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It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
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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
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And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
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And an open invitation to the blues
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But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
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And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
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He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
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And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
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So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
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And left her with an invitation to the blues
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'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
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You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
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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?
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Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
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And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
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Invitation To The Blues
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Tom Waits |