Well, she’s up against the register
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An apron and a spatula
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With yesterday’s deliveries
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And tickets for bachelors
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She’s a moving violation
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From her conk down to her shoes
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But she’s just an invitation to the blues
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But you feel like cagney
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And 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
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She’s a loner, likes to mingle
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Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue
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She says how you gonna like’em
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Medium or scrambled?
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Any way is the only way
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Be careful not to gamble
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On a guy with a suitcase
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And a ticket getting out here
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It’s tired bus station
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And an old pair of shoes
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Ain’t nothing but an invitation to the blues
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But you can’t take your eyes off her
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Get another cup of java
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And it’s just the way she pours it for you
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Joking with the customers
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Oh mercy, Mr. Percy!
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There ain’t nothing back in jersey
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But a broken down jalopy
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Of a man i left behind
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And a dream that i was chasing
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A battle with booze
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An open invitation to the blues
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Ah, but she’s had a sugar daddy
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And a candy apple caddy
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A bank account and everything
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Accustomed to the finer things
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He left her for a socialite
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He didn’t love her except at night
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And then he’s drunk
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And never even told her that he cared
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So she took the registration
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Car keys and her shoes
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Left with an invitation to the blues
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Now there’s continental trailways leaving
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Local bus tonight, good evening
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You can have my seat
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I’m sticking round here for a while
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Get a room at squire
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The filling station’s hiring
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And I can cat here every night
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What the hell have I got to lose
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Got a crazy sensation
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Go or stay, I gotta choose
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I’ll accept your invitation to the blues
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Invitation to the Blues
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| Jennifer Warnes |
