Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Hey Charlie, I´m pregnant and living on the 9th street

Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue

 And I stopped takin´ dope and I quit drinkin´ whiskey

And my old man plays the trombone works out at the track

 He says that he loves me, though it´s not his baby

 He says that he´ll raise him up like he would his own son

He gave me a ring that was worn by his mother

 He takes me out dancin´ every Saturday night

 Hey Charlie, I think about you every time I pass a fillin´ station

Account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair

Still have that record, little Anthony and The Imperials

Someone stole my record player now how do you like that?

 Hey Charlie, I almost went crazy after Mario got busted

I went back to Omaha to live with my folks

Everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison

 So came back to Minneapolis this time I think I´m gonna stay

 Hey Charlie, I think I´m happy for the first time since my accident

I wish I had all the money that we used to spend on dope

 Buy me a used car lot wouldn´t sell any of ´em

 I´d just drive a different car every day, dependin´ on how I feel

 Hey Charlie, for Chris sakes if you want to know the truth of it?

 I don´t have a husband he don´t play the trombone

And I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer

 And Charlie, hey I´ll be eligible for parole come Valentines day