CHRISTMAS
CARD FROM A HOOKER IN MINNEAPOLIS
TOM WAITS
SONGWRITER:
TOM WAITS
COUNTRY: U.
S. A.
ALBUM: BLUE
VALENTINE
LABEL: ASYLUM
GENRE: JAZZ
YEAR: 1978
"CHRISTMAS CARD FROM
A HOOKER IN MINNEAPOLIS" is a song written and performed by Tom Waits,
released on his 1978 album, Blue Valentine.
"Christmas Card from
a Hooker in Minneapolis" has been described as a "laconic
first-person sketch." The song's lyrics narrate a letter written by a prostitute
to a man named Charlie. She confesses to being pregnant, and describes her
current living circumstances, including her stable relationship with a partner
who promises to raise her arriving baby "like he would his own son."
At the song's conclusion, the author confesses to Charlie that she has been
lying to him; she does not have a husband, is currently serving time in prison,
and will be eligible for parole on Valentine's Day.
Thomas Alan Waits (born
December 7, 1949) is an American singer, songwriter, musician, composer, and
actor. His music is
characterized by his distinctive deep, gravelly singing voice and lyrics
focusing on the underside of U.S. society. During
the 1970s, he worked primarily in jazz, but since the 1980s his music has
reflected greater influence from blues, vaudeville, and experimental genres.
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 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 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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