raised on robbery: joni mitchell
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