Artist: Tom Waits
Well she's [Dm]up against the register with [Bbm]an apron and a spatula,
With y[F]esterday's deliveries and the t[Bdim]ickets for the bachelors
She's a mov[Gm7]ing violation from her c[A7sus4]onk down to her sh[A7]oes,
But it's j[Dm]ust an invit[Gm]ation [A7]to the b[Dm]lues
And you f[Gm]eel just like Cagney, she lo[C7]oks like Rita Hayworth
At the co[F]unter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder [Gm]if she might be single, she's a lon[C7]er and likes to mingle
[F]Got to be patient, try and pi[A]ck up [A7]a clu[Dm]e [A7]
She said "H[Dm]ow you gonna like 'em, over m[Bbm]edium or scrambled?",
You say "A[F]nyway's the only way", be c[G]areful not to gamble
On a g[Gm7]uy with a suitcase and a [A7sus4]ticket getting [A7]out of here
In a t[Dm]ired bus station in an o[Bbm]ld pair of shoes
This ain't no[A7sus4]thing but an invit[A7]ation to the bl[Dm]ues
But you can't t[Gm]ake your eyes off her, get an[C7]other cup of java,
And it's jus[F]t the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy [Gm]mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't no[C7]thing back in Jersey
But a bro[F]kendown jalopy of a m[A]an I left beh[A7]ind
And a d[Dm]ream that I was chasing,
a b[Bbm]attle with booze
And an [A7sus4]open invit[A7]ation to the b[Dm]lues
But she used to h[Gm]ave a sugar daddy and a c[C7]andy-apple Caddy,
And a b[F]ank account and everything, accu[F]stomed to the finer things
He probably [Gm]left 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[Bbm] car-keys and her shoes
And le[A7sus4]ft her with an invitat[A7]ion to the blues[Dm] (...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 r[F]ound here for a while
Get me a r[Gm]oom at the Squire, the f[C7]illing station's hiring,
And [F]I can eat here every night, what the h[A]ell have I got to lose?
Got a c[Dm]razy sensation,
Go or [Bbm]stay? Now I gotta choose,
And I'll[A7sus4] accept your invita[A7]tion to the b[Dm]lues
With y[F]esterday's deliveries and the t[Bdim]ickets for the bachelors
She's a mov[Gm7]ing violation from her c[A7sus4]onk down to her sh[A7]oes,
But it's j[Dm]ust an invit[Gm]ation [A7]to the b[Dm]lues
And you f[Gm]eel just like Cagney, she lo[C7]oks like Rita Hayworth
At the co[F]unter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder [Gm]if she might be single, she's a lon[C7]er and likes to mingle
[F]Got to be patient, try and pi[A]ck up [A7]a clu[Dm]e [A7]
She said "H[Dm]ow you gonna like 'em, over m[Bbm]edium or scrambled?",
You say "A[F]nyway's the only way", be c[G]areful not to gamble
On a g[Gm7]uy with a suitcase and a [A7sus4]ticket getting [A7]out of here
In a t[Dm]ired bus station in an o[Bbm]ld pair of shoes
This ain't no[A7sus4]thing but an invit[A7]ation to the bl[Dm]ues
But you can't t[Gm]ake your eyes off her, get an[C7]other cup of java,
And it's jus[F]t the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy [Gm]mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't no[C7]thing back in Jersey
But a bro[F]kendown jalopy of a m[A]an I left beh[A7]ind
And a d[Dm]ream that I was chasing,
a b[Bbm]attle with booze
And an [A7sus4]open invit[A7]ation to the b[Dm]lues
But she used to h[Gm]ave a sugar daddy and a c[C7]andy-apple Caddy,
And a b[F]ank account and everything, accu[F]stomed to the finer things
He probably [Gm]left 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[Bbm] car-keys and her shoes
And le[A7sus4]ft her with an invitat[A7]ion to the blues[Dm] (...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 r[F]ound here for a while
Get me a r[Gm]oom at the Squire, the f[C7]illing station's hiring,
And [F]I can eat here every night, what the h[A]ell have I got to lose?
Got a c[Dm]razy sensation,
Go or [Bbm]stay? Now I gotta choose,
And I'll[A7sus4] accept your invita[A7]tion to the b[Dm]lues
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