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Invitation To The Blues (LP版) - Tom Waits (汤姆·威兹)
Written by：Tom Waits
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 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

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 '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

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