Hey charlie I'm pregnant And living on the 9th street Right above a dirty bookstore Of 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
And he says that he loves me Even though it's 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 night.
And hey charlie I think about you Everytime I pass a fillin station Om 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 Now how do you like that?
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 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 charlie 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 charlie, hey I'll be eligible for parole Come valentines day
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