Ataris Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis Lyrics

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 pass the filling station

On a count 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