Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis - Rebekka Bakken

Written by：Tom Waits

Hey Charley I'm pregnant

Living on 9th street

Right above a dirty bookstore

Of Cuclid avenue

And I stopped taking d**e

And I quit drinking whiskey

And my old man plays the trombone

And works out at the track

And he says that he loves me

Even though it's not his baby

And 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 Charley I think about you

Everytime I pass a fillin' station

On account of all the grease

You used to wear in your hair

And I still have that record

Of little Anthony and the imperials

But someone stole my record player

Now how do you like that

Hey Charley I almost went crazy

After Mario got busted

So 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 in Minneapolis

This time I think I'm gonna stay

Hey Charley I think I'm happy

For the first time since my accident

And I wish I had all the money

We used to spend on d**e

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 Charley for Christ's sake

If you wanna 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

Charley hey

I'll be eligible for parole

Come Valentine's day