| Song | Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Blue Valentine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Waits | |
| hey Charley I'm pregnant | |
| and living on 9-th street | |
| right above a dirty bookstore | |
| off cuclid avenue | |
| and I stopped taking dope | |
| and I quit drinking whiskey | |
| and my old man plays the trombone | |
| and works out at the track. | |
| and he says that he loves me | |
| even though its not his baby | |
| and he says that he'll 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 nite. | |
| and hey Charley 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 & the imperials | |
| but someone stole my record player | |
| how do you like that? | |
| hey Charley 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 in minneapolis | |
| this time I think I'm gonna stay. | |
| hey Charley I think I'm happy | |
| for the first time since my accident | |
| and I wish I had all the money | |
| that 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 Charley | |
| for chrissakes | |
| do you want to know | |
| the truth of it? | |
| I don't have a husband | |
| he don't play the trombone | |
| and I need to borrow money | |
| to pay this lawyer | |
| and Charley, hey | |
| I'll be eligible for parole | |
| come valentines day. |
| zuo ci : Waits | |
| hey Charley I' m pregnant | |
| and living on 9th street | |
| right above a dirty bookstore | |
| off cuclid avenue | |
| and I stopped taking dope | |
| and I quit drinking whiskey | |
| and my old man plays the trombone | |
| and works out at the track. | |
| and he says that he loves me | |
| even though its not his baby | |
| and he says that he' ll 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 nite. | |
| and hey Charley 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 the imperials | |
| but someone stole my record player | |
| how do you like that? | |
| hey Charley 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 in minneapolis | |
| this time I think I' m gonna stay. | |
| hey Charley I think I' m happy | |
| for the first time since my accident | |
| and I wish I had all the money | |
| that 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 Charley | |
| for chrissakes | |
| do you want to know | |
| the truth of it? | |
| I don' t have a husband | |
| he don' t play the trombone | |
| and I need to borrow money | |
| to pay this lawyer | |
| and Charley, hey | |
| I' ll be eligible for parole | |
| come valentines day. |
| zuò cí : Waits | |
| hey Charley I' m pregnant | |
| and living on 9th street | |
| right above a dirty bookstore | |
| off cuclid avenue | |
| and I stopped taking dope | |
| and I quit drinking whiskey | |
| and my old man plays the trombone | |
| and works out at the track. | |
| and he says that he loves me | |
| even though its not his baby | |
| and he says that he' ll 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 nite. | |
| and hey Charley 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 the imperials | |
| but someone stole my record player | |
| how do you like that? | |
| hey Charley 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 in minneapolis | |
| this time I think I' m gonna stay. | |
| hey Charley I think I' m happy | |
| for the first time since my accident | |
| and I wish I had all the money | |
| that 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 Charley | |
| for chrissakes | |
| do you want to know | |
| the truth of it? | |
| I don' t have a husband | |
| he don' t play the trombone | |
| and I need to borrow money | |
| to pay this lawyer | |
| and Charley, hey | |
| I' ll be eligible for parole | |
| come valentines day. |