Christmas Card from a Hooker In Minneapolis

Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant and living on 9th 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 dancin' every Saturday night Hey 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 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 had 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, depending on how I feel Hey Charlie, for Christ's sake, 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 Valentine's day