Raised on Robbery Lyrics

by robin young (paperthinxhymn@gmail.com)
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he was sittin? in the lounge of the empire hotel
he was drinkin? for diversion, he was thinkin? for himself
a little money ridin? on the maple leafs
along comes this lady in sleeves
she says
let me sit down, you know,
drinkin? alone's a shame,
it's a shame, it's a cryin? shame
look at those jokers glued to that damn hockey game
hey, honey, you got lots of cash,
bring us ?round a bottle and we'll have some laughs
gin's what i'm drinkin?; i was raised on robbery
she says,
i'm a pretty good cook, sittin? on my groceries
come up to my kitchen, i'll show you my best recipes
i try and i try, but i can't save a cent
i'm up after midnight cookin? tryin? to make my rent
i'm rough but I'm pleasin?; i was raised on robbery
we had a little money once,
they were pushin? through a four lane highway
government gave us three thousand dollars,
you shoulda seen it fly away
first he bought a fifty-seven Biscayne, he put it in the ditch
he drunk up all the rest, that son of a bitch
his blood's bad whiskey; i was raised on robbery
you know you ain't bad lookin?,
i like the way you hold your drinks
come home with me honey,
i ain't askin? for no full-length mink
hey, where you goin??
don't go yet, your glass ain't empty and we just met
you're mean when you're loaded;
i was raised on robbery