Noirsville Tune of the Week

Aural Christmas Noir from Tom Waits close your eyes and enjoy.

Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis  

Hey Charlie I'm pregnant

Living on 9th Street

Right above a dirty bookstore

Off Euclid Avenue

I stopped taking dope

And I quit drinking 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 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

Hey Charlie, I think about you

Every time I pass a fillin' station

On account of all the grease

You used to wear in your hair

I still have that record

Of Little Anthony and The Imperials

But someone stole my record player

Now how do ya 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 I'm gonna stay

Hey Charlie, I think I'm happy

For the first time since my accident

I wish I had all the money

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

I need to borrow money

To pay this lawyer

And Charlie, hey

I'll be eligible for parole

Come Valentine's Day