Raised On Robbery - 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
    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 Iane 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 your loaded-
    I was raised on robbery"

    Marco Giunco
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