Текст песни Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis - Tom Waits
Hey
Charlie,
I'm
pregnant
and
living
on
a
ninth
street
Right
above
a
dirty
bookstore
off
Euclid
avenue
I
stopped
taking
dope,
I
quit
drinking
whiskey
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
He
gave
me
a
ring
that
was
worn
by
his
mother
And
he
takes
me
out
to
dancin'
every
saturday
nite
Hey
Charlie,
I
think
about
you
everytime
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
& The
Imperials"
But
someone
stole
my
record
player,
how
do
you
like
that?
Hey
Charlie,
I
almost
went
crazy
after
Mario
got
busted
I
went
back
to
Omaha
to
live
with
my
folks
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
have
all
the
money
we
used
to
spend
on
dope
I'd
buy
me
a
used
car
lot,
I
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,
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
Valentines
day
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