Christmas Card From a Hooker In Minneapolis (Tom Waits cover)
Charlie I'm pregnant, living on the 9th street Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue I stopped takin' dope, quit drinkin' whiskey My old man plays the trombone and works out at the track
He says that he loves me, though it's not his baby He says he's gonna raise him up just like he was his only son He gave me a ring that was worn by his mother And takes me out dancin' every Saturday night
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 Still have that record, little Anthony and The Imperials Someone stole my record player how do you like that?
Charlie I almost went crazy when Mario got busted I went back to Omaha to live with my folks Everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison Came back to Minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay
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 Christ sakes if you want to know the truth of it I don't have me a husband he don't play the trombone I've got to borrow money to pay this lawyer And Charlie, hey, I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's day