Invitation To The Blues

Waits Tom

           Dm                           Bm
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
      F                              Bdim
With yesterday's deliveries and the tickets for the bachelors
           Gm7                     A7sus4            A7
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
          Dm          Gm    A7      Dm
But it's just an invitation to the blues

         Gm                          C7
And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
         F
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
           Gm                                 C7
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
F                            A     A7   Dm   A7
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue    

           Dm                           Bm
She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
          F                          G
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
      Gm7                      A7sus4         A7
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
      Dm                      Bm
In a tired bus station in an old pair of shoes

             A7sus4            A7             Dm
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
               Gm                           C7
But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
            F
And it's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
      Gm                              C7
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
         F                    A            A7
But a brokendown jalopy of a man I left behind

       Dm
And a dream that I was chasing,
   Bm
a battle with booze
       A7sus4    A7            Dm
And an open invitation to the blues

                 Gm                       C7
But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
       F                               F
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
            Gm                                 C7
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't love her 'cept at night,
      F                              A
And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared
        Dm
So they took the registration,
       Bm
And the car-keys and her shoes
      A7sus4                A7              Dm
And left her with an invitation to the blues (...solo sax)

'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