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Invitation to the Blues

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 bluesAnd you feel just like Cagney

She looks like Rita Hayworth

At the counter of the

Schwab's drug store

You wonder if she might be single

She's a loner and likes to mingle

Got to be patient and pick up a clueShe says, "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 gettin' out of here

In a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes

But it ain't nothin' but an invitation to the bluesBut 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 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 bluesBut 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 except 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 leavin'

Local bus tonight, good evenin'

You can have my seat, I'm stickin' 'round here for a while

Get me a room at the squire the fillin' station's hirin'

And 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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