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. |