Invitation to the Blues - Tom Waits

    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
    looks like Rita Hayworth
    at the counter of the Schwab's drug store
    you wonder if she might be single
    she's a loner likes to mingle
    got to be patient and pick up a clue

    she says howyougonnalikem
    over medium or scrambled
    anyway's the only way
    be careful not to gamble
    on a guy with a suitcase
    and a ticket gettin out of here
    it's a tired bus station
    and an old pair of shoes
    but it ain't nothing but an
    invitation to the blues

    but you can't take your eyes off her
    get another cup of java
    and it's just the way she pours it for you
    joking with the customers
    and it's mercy mercy Mr. Percy
    there ain't nothin back in Jersey
    but a broken-down jalopy of a
    man I left behind
    and a dream that I was chasin
    and a battle with booze
    and an open invitation to the blues

    but she's had a sugar daddy
    and a candy apple Caddy
    and a bank account and everything
    accustom to the finer things
    he probably left her for a socialite
    and he didn't love her 'cept at night
    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

    'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving
    local bus tonight, good evening
    you can have my seat
    I'm stickin round here for a while
    get me a room at the Squire
    the filling station's hiring
    I can eat here every night
    what the hell have I got to lose
    got a crazy sensation,
    go or stay and I've got to choose
    and I'll accept your invitation to the blues


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