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Raised on Robbery - The Sheepdogs
Written by：Joni Mitchell
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
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
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've 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 b***h
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
