Dm                         Bbm
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
        F                            Bdim
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
        F
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
 F                           A  A7 Dm A7
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue        

           Dm                           Bbm
She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
            F                          G
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
       Dm                      Bbm
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,
          F
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
        F                      A           A7
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
        Dm
And a dream that I was chasing,
   Bbm
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,
        F                           F
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,
      F                              A
And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared
        Dm
So they took the registration,
           Bbm
And the  car-keys and her shoes
    A7sus4            A7               Dm
And left her with an invitation to the blues(...solo sax)

                  Gm                            C7
'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
 F                                 F
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
         Gm                      C7
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
    F                                     A
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
        Dm
Got a crazy sensation,
        Bbm
Go or stay? now I gotta choose,
         A7sus4          A7            Dm
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues