Invitation To The Blues

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
 Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
 She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes
 Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
 And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
 At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
 You wonder if she might be single, she's alone 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
 On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
 It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
 This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
 But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java
 It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
 Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
 But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
 And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
 And an open invitation to the blues
 But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy
 And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
 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 her cared
 So they took the registration, and the car keys and her shoes
 And left her with an invitation to the blues
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 '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