Invitation To The Blues

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       Gm7 A7sus4 A7 Dm Gm/Bb A7 


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

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

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She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",    
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You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble    
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On a guy with a suitcase and a  ticket getting  out of here    
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In a tired bus station in an old pair of shoes    
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This ain't no thing but an invitation to the blues    

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But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,    
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And it's jus t the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers    
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Mercy  mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey    
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But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind    
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And a dream that I was chasing,    
  Bbm6    
a battle with booze    
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And an  open invitation to the blues   
  

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


Dm Bbm6 Fadd9/A Abdim  
Gm7 A7+ Dm 
(...solo sax)    

                  Gm                             C7    
'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening    
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You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while    
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Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,    
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And  I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?    
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Got a crazy sensation,    
      Bbm6    
Go or  stay? now I gotta choose,    
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And I'll  accept your invitation to the blues