Hey Charlie Im 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 its not his baby He says that hell 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 And 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 And I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials But someone stole my record player now 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 But everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison So I came back to Minneapolis this time I think Im gonna stay Hey Charlie I think Im happy for the first time since my accident And I 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 em Id 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 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: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 16:57:55 +0000