Chords for Tom Waits - Invitation to the blues (with lyrics)

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_ [Gm] _ [A] _ [Dm] _ _ _ Well, she's up against the register, _ [Bbm] an apron and a spatula.
[C] _ Yesterday's delivery, [Abm] tickets for the bachelor.
[Gm] She's a moving violation [G] from her conchs down to [A] her shoes.
[Dm] Well, it's just an invitation [A] to the [Dm] blues.
_ And [Gm] she feels just like Cagney.
[C] She looks like Rita [F] Hayworth, the counter of the Schwab's drugstore.
_ [Gm] You wonder if she might be single.
[C] She's a loner like some angle.
[F] Got to be patient [A] and pick [Dm] up a clue.
[A] She said, [Dm] how you gonna like them?
_ [Bbm] Medium scrambled.
[Am] She said, [F] anyway, it's the only way.
[Abm] Careful not to gamble.
[Gm] On a guy with a suitcase [G] and a ticket [A] getting out of here.
[Dm] In a tired bus station [F] [Bbm] in old Paris shoes.
[G] Ain't nothing [A] but an invitation [Dm] to the blues.
But [Gm] you can't take your eyes off [Bb] her.
[E] Get [C] another cup of chava.
[F] It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the [Gm] customers.
Mercy, mercy, Mr.
Percy.
[C] There ain't nothing back in Jersey [F] but a broken down jalopy of [A] a man I left behind.
And [Dm] the dream that I was chasing.
[D] _ [Bbm] Battle with the booze.
[A] And open the invitation to the [Dm] blues.
_ [Gm] But she's a half a sugar daddy.
And [C] a candy apple caddy.
[F] And a bank account and everything.
Accustomed to the finer [Gm] things.
He probably left her for a [C] socialite.
And he didn't love her self tonight.
[F] And then he's drunk and never [A] even told her that he cared.
So [Dm] they took his registration, _ [Bbm]
car keys and his shoes.
[G] And left her with [A] an invitation [Dm] to the blues.
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[Gm] But there's a continental trail that's [C] leaving the local bus tonight.
Good [F] evening.
You can have my seat.
I'm sticking around here for a while.
[Gm] Give me a room at the Squire.
[C] The filling station's hiring.
[F] And I can eat here every night.
Well, [A] the hell have I got to lose?
Got [Dm] a crazy sensation.
[Bbm] Go or stay, I got a choice.
[A] And I'll accept your invitation [Dm] to the blues.
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