Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis Lyrics - Ataris

Charlie, I'm pregnant 

And living on 9th Street 

Right above a dirty bookstore 

Off Euclid Avenue 

Stopped taking dope 

Quit drinking whiskey 

My old man plays the trombone 

Works out at the track 

Says that he loves me 

Even though it's not his baby 

Says that he'll raise him up 

Like he would his own son 

Gave me a ring that was worn by his mother 

Takes me out dancing every Saturday night 

Charlie, I think about you 

Every time I pass the filling 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 

After Mario got busted 

Went back to Omaha to live with my folks 

But everyone I used to know 

Is 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 

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 them 

Just drive a different car everyday 

Depending on how I feel 

Charlie, for Christ sakes 

If you wanna 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 Valentines day