Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis

Hey Charley I'm pregnant and living on 9th street
Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
And I stopped takin' dope and I quit drinkin' whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track

And he says that he loves me, 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 every time 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 & 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 to 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 that we used to spend on dope
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 Chrissakes do you want 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
And Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's day