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Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis

Höfundur lags: Tom Waits Höfundur texta: Tom Waits Flytjandi: Tom Waits Sent inn af: cazteclo
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[F#] Hey Charlie, I'm [A#7]pregnant,[B9] and living on 9th Street
[F#] Right above a [A#7]dirty bookstore [B9] off Euclid Avenue
[F#] And I stopped takin' [A#7]dope and I [B9]quit drinkin' whiskey
And my [G#m7]old man plays the [F#/A#]trombone and [B9]works out [B/C#]at the tr[F#]ack [C#11]    [F#]    

[F#] He says that he [A#7]loves me,[B9] even though it's not his baby
[F#] He says that he'll [A#7]raise him up like he [B9]would his own son
[F#] He gave me a [A#7]ring that was [D#m7]worn by his [F#]mother
and he [B9]takes me out [B/C#]dancin'[C#7] every [B9]Satur[C#11]day ni     [F#]ght   

[F#] Hey Charlie, I [A#7]think about you[B9] everytime I pass a fillin' station
[F#] On account of all the [A#7]grease you used to [B9]wear in your hair
[F#] I still have that [A#7]record of [D#m7]Little Anthony and the Im[F#]perials
but [B9]someone stole my record player, now [C#11]how do you like th[F#]at?   

[D#m7] And hey Charlie, I [F#]almost went crazy,[G#m7] after Mario got [F#]busted
[B9] So I went back to [C#7]Omaha to [F#]live with my fo[A#7]lks    
[D#m7] But everyone I [F#]used to know was either [B9]dead or in prison
[G#m7] So I came back to [F#]Minneapolis, this [B9]time I think I'm gonna st[C#7]ay    

[F#] Hey Charlie, I think I'm [A#7]happy [B9]for the first time since my accident
[F#] And I wish I had all the [A#7]money we used to [B9]spend on dope
[F#] I'd buy me a used [A#7]car lot and I [D#m7]wouldn't sell any of '[F#]em   
I'd just [B9]drive a different car [C#11]every day de[B9]pendin' on [C#11]how I      [F#]feel   

[F#] Hey Charlie,[A#7] for chrissakes,[B9] if you want to know the truth of it
[F#] I don't have a [A#7]husband,[B9] he don't play the trombone
[F#] I need to borrow [A#7]money to [D#m7]pay this lawyer, and Charlie, [F#]hey   
I'll be [B9]eligible for parole come [C#11]Valentine's [F#]day   



Hey Charlie, 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

He says that he loves me, even though it's 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 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 and the Imperials
but someone stole my record player, now how do you like that?

And hey Charlie, 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 Charlie, I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident
And I 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 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day dependin' on how I feel

Hey Charlie, for chrissakes, if 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

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