Invitation To The Blues Lyrics

Song	Invitation To The Blues
Artist	Jennifer Warnes
Album	The Well
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	Well, she’s up against the register
	An apron and a spatula
	With yesterday’s deliveries
	And tickets for bachelors
	She’s a moving violation
	From her conk down to her shoes
	But she’s just an invitation to the blues
	But you feel like cagney
	And she looks like
	Rita Hayworth
	At the counter of the
	Schwab’s drugstore
	You wonder if she might be single
	She’s a loner, likes to mingle
	Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue
	She says how you gonna like’em
	Medium or scrambled?
	Any way is the only way
	Be careful not to gamble
	On a guy with a suitcase
	And a ticket getting out here
	It’s tired bus station
	And an old pair of shoes
	Ain’t nothing but an invitation to the blues
	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
	Oh mercy,
	Mr. Percy!
	There ain’t nothing back in jersey
	But a broken down jalopy
	Of a man i left behind
	And a dream that i was chasing
	A battle with booze
	An open invitation to the blues
	Ah, but she’s had a sugar daddy
	And a candy apple caddy
	A bank account and everything
	Accustomed to the finer things
	He left her for a socialite
	He didn’t love her except at night
	And then he’s drunk
	And never even told her that he cared
	So she took the registration
	Car keys and her shoes
	Left with an invitation to the blues
	Now there’s continental trailways leaving
	Local bus tonight, good evening
	You can have my seat
	I’m sticking round here for a while
	Get a room at squire
	The filling station’s hiring
	And I can cat here every night
	What the hell have
	I got to lose
	Got a crazy sensation
	Go or stay,
	I gotta choose
	I’ll accept your invitation to the blues

	Well, she' s up against the register
	An apron and a spatula
	With yesterday' s deliveries
	And tickets for bachelors
	She' s a moving violation
	From her conk down to her shoes
	But she' s just an invitation to the blues
	But you feel like cagney
	And she looks like
	Rita Hayworth
	At the counter of the
	Schwab' s drugstore
	You wonder if she might be single
	She' s a loner, likes to mingle
	Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue
	She says how you gonna like' em
	Medium or scrambled?
	Any way is the only way
	Be careful not to gamble
	On a guy with a suitcase
	And a ticket getting out here
	It' s tired bus station
	And an old pair of shoes
	Ain' t nothing but an invitation to the blues
	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
	Oh mercy,
	Mr. Percy!
	There ain' t nothing back in jersey
	But a broken down jalopy
	Of a man i left behind
	And a dream that i was chasing
	A battle with booze
	An open invitation to the blues
	Ah, but she' s had a sugar daddy
	And a candy apple caddy
	A bank account and everything
	Accustomed to the finer things
	He left her for a socialite
	He didn' t love her except at night
	And then he' s drunk
	And never even told her that he cared
	So she took the registration
	Car keys and her shoes
	Left with an invitation to the blues
	Now there' s continental trailways leaving
	Local bus tonight, good evening
	You can have my seat
	I' m sticking round here for a while
	Get a room at squire
	The filling station' s hiring
	And I can cat here every night
	What the hell have
	I got to lose
	Got a crazy sensation
	Go or stay,
	I gotta choose
	I' ll accept your invitation to the blues

	Well, she' s up against the register
	An apron and a spatula
	With yesterday' s deliveries
	And tickets for bachelors
	She' s a moving violation
	From her conk down to her shoes
	But she' s just an invitation to the blues
	But you feel like cagney
	And she looks like
	Rita Hayworth
	At the counter of the
	Schwab' s drugstore
	You wonder if she might be single
	She' s a loner, likes to mingle
	Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue
	She says how you gonna like' em
	Medium or scrambled?
	Any way is the only way
	Be careful not to gamble
	On a guy with a suitcase
	And a ticket getting out here
	It' s tired bus station
	And an old pair of shoes
	Ain' t nothing but an invitation to the blues
	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
	Oh mercy,
	Mr. Percy!
	There ain' t nothing back in jersey
	But a broken down jalopy
	Of a man i left behind
	And a dream that i was chasing
	A battle with booze
	An open invitation to the blues
	Ah, but she' s had a sugar daddy
	And a candy apple caddy
	A bank account and everything
	Accustomed to the finer things
	He left her for a socialite
	He didn' t love her except at night
	And then he' s drunk
	And never even told her that he cared
	So she took the registration
	Car keys and her shoes
	Left with an invitation to the blues
	Now there' s continental trailways leaving
	Local bus tonight, good evening
	You can have my seat
	I' m sticking round here for a while
	Get a room at squire
	The filling station' s hiring
	And I can cat here every night
	What the hell have
	I got to lose
	Got a crazy sensation
	Go or stay,
	I gotta choose
	I' ll accept your invitation to the blues

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