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4.19.2005

Raised on Robbery


He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion
He was thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves

She says...
Let me sit down
You know, drinkin’ alone’s a shame
It’s a shame, it’s a crying shame
Look at those jokers
Glued to that damn hockey game

Hey honey-you’ve got lots of cash
Bring us round a bottle
And we’ll have some laughs
Gin’s what I’m drinking
I was raised on robbery

I’m a pretty good cook
I’m sitting on my groceries
Come up to my kitchen
I’ll show you my best recipe

I try and I try but I can’t save a cent
I’m up after midnight, cooking
Trying to make my rent
I’m rough but I’m pleasin’
I was raised on robbery

We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four-lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
You should have seen it fly away

First he bought a ’57 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 looking
I like the way you hold your drinks
Come home with me honey
I ain’t asking for no full length mink

Hey, where you going...
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

Joni Mitchell


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