Hey Charlie, Im 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 its not his baby Says that hell 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 Im gonna stay Charlie, I think Im happy For the first time since my accident Wish I had all the money We used to spend on dope Id buy me a used car lot And I wouldnt 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 dont have a husband He dont play the trombone I need to borrow money To pay this lawyer And Charlie, hey Ill be eligible for parole Come Valentines day
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 02:14:59 +0000
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