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

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

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

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

Gm7 A7sus4 A7

On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here

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,

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

But a brokendown jalopy of a man I left behind

Dm

And a dream that I was chasing,

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,

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,

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

Dm

So they took the registration,

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