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Invitation To The Blues Lyrics - Small Change - Tom Waits

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula, 

Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors 

She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes 

Well, it's just an invitation to the blues 

 

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth 

At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore 

You wonder if she might be single, she's alone 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 

It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes 

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 

It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers 

Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey 

But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind 

And the dream that I was chasing, and 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 

And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared 

So they took the registration, and the car keys and her shoes 

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 

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, 

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 

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