Ataris - Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis lyrics

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 pa** 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