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Invitation To The Blues  Tom Waits

Well she's [Dm]up against the register wit[Bbm]h an apron and a spatula,
With[am7b5?] yesterday's deliveries [Abdim(7)?) and the tickets for the bachelors
She's a [Gm7]moving violation from her [A7sus4]conk down to her [A7]shoes,
But it's j[Dm]ust an invita[Gm]tion to t[A7]he bl[Dm]ues
And you [Gm]feel just like Cagney, she l[C7]ooks like Rita Hayworth
At the c[F]ounter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder [Gm]if she might be single, she's a lon[C7]er and likes to mingle
G[F]ot to be patient, try and pi[A]ck [A7]up [Dm]a c[A7]lue
She said "H[Dm]ow you gonna like 'em, over m[Bbm]edium or scrambled?",
You say "Any[F]way's the only way", be car[G]eful not to gamble
On a [Gm7]guy with a suitcase and a [A7sus4]ticket getting [A7]out of here
In a ti[Dm]red bus station in an ol[Bbm]d pair of shoes
This ain't n[A7sus4]othing but an invit[A7]ation to the b[Dm]lues
But you can't t[Gm]ake your eyes off her, get a[C7]nother cup of java,
And it's j[F]ust the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy me[Gm]rcy, Mr. Percy, there ain't no[C7]thing back in Jersey
But a br[F]oken-down jalopy of a m[A]an I left be[A7]hind
And a dr[Dm]eam that I was chasing,
a b[Bbm]attle with booze
And an [A7sus4]open in[A7]vitation to the [Dm]blues
But she used to h[Gm]ave a sugar daddy and a c[C7]andy-apple Caddy,
And a ba[F]nk account and everything, a[F]ccustomed to the finer things
He probably le[Gm]ft her for a socialite, and he di[C7]dn't love her 'cept at night,
And th[F]en he's drunk and never even to[A]ld her that he cared
So they [Dm]took the registration,
And the  ca[Bbm]r-keys and her shoes
And [A7sus4]left her with an i[A7]nvitation to the [Dm]blues(...solo sax)
'Cause there's a C[Gm]ontinental Trailways leaving l[C7]ocal bus tonight, good evening
Y[F]ou can have my seat, I'm sticking [F]round here for a while
Get me a [Gm]room at the Squire, the [C7]filling station's hiring,
And [F]I can eat here every night, what the h[A]ell have I got to lose?
Got a cr[Dm]azy sensation,
Go or st[Bbm]ay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll [A7sus4]accept your invi[A7]tation to the [Dm]blues

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