Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant Living on 9th Street Right above a dirty bookstore Off Euclid Avenue I stopped taking dope And I quit drinking whiskey And my old man plays the trombone And works out at the track He says that he loves me Even though its not his baby He says that he'll raise him up Like he would his own son And he gave me a ring That was worn by his mother And he takes me out dancin' Every Saturday night Hey Charlie, I think about you Every time I pass a fillin' station On account of all the grease You used to wear in your hair I still have that record Of Little Anthony and The Imperials But someone stole my record player Now how do ya like that? Hey Charlie, I almost went crazy After Mario got busted I went back to Omaha To live with my folks But everyone I used to know Was either dead or in prison So I 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 We used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot And I wouldn't sell any of 'em I'd just drive a different car every day Dependin' on how I feel Hey Charlie, for chrissakes Do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband He don't play the trombone I need to borrow money To pay this lawyer And Charlie, hey I'll be eligible for parole Come Valentine's Day --- Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis - Tom Waits