Christmas Card From a Hooker In Minneapolis - Tom Waits

Intro:
F#, Bb, B x3
Abm, Bb, B


F#                    Bb
    hey Charley I'm pregnant
B
and living on 9th street
F#                Bb
    right above a dirty bookstore
B
 off Euclid avenue
F#                       Bb
   and I stopped taking dope
    B
and I quit drinking whiskey
       Abm                 Bbm
and my old man plays the trombone
    B        Dbm         F#
and works out   at the track.


F#                     Bb
   and he says that he loves me
B
  even though its not his baby
F#                        Bb
   and he says that he'll raise him up
      B
like he would his own son
F#                   Bb
    and he gave me a ring
         Ebm 
that was worn by his mother
   B                 Db
and he takes me out dancin
     B     Dbm    F#
every saturday night.



F#                   Bb
   and hey Charley I think about you
B
   everytime I pass a fillin' station
F#                         Bb
   on account of all the grease
   B
you'd wear in your hair
F#                           Bb
     and I still have that record
    Ebm                   F#
of little anthony & the imperials
   B
but someone stole my record player
Dbm                F#       Bb
  how do you like that?


Ebm               Dbm
    hey Charley I almost went crazy
Abm               Dbm
  after mario got busted
B                   Db
  so I went back to Omaha to
F#            Bb
live with my folks
Ebm               Db
   but everyone I used to know
             B
  was either dead or in prison
Abm            Bbm
 came back to Minneapolis
     B
this time I think I'm gonna stay.



F#                      Bb
   hey Charley I think I'm happy
B
   for the first time since my accident
F#                   Bb
    and I wish I had all the money
           B
that we used to spend on dope
F#                  Bb
  I'd buy me a used car lot
      Ebm
and I wouldn't sell any of em
         B                  Db
I'd just drive a different car every day 
  B        Db
dependin on how
     F#
I feel.



F#            Bb
   hey Charley for chrissakes
B
   do you want to know the truth of it?
F#            Bb
  I don't have a husband
B
 he don't play the trombone
F#                     Bb
   and I need to borrow money
  Ebm
to pay this lawyer
       F#
and Charley, hey
         B
I'll be eligible for parole
                 F#
come valentines day.