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Hey Charlie I'm pregnant and living on the 9th street
Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
I stopped taking dope and I quit drinking whiskey
My old man plays the trombone, and he works out at the track

He says that he loves me, even though it's not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up just like he would his own son
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 filling station
On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
Still have that record, Little Anthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player. Well, how do you like that?

Hey Charlie I almost went crazy after Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha to live with my folks
Everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison
So 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, depending on how I feel

Hey Charlie, for Christ's sakes, if you want to know the truth of it
I ain't got a husband, he don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer
But Charlie, hey, I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's day

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