Raised on Robbery

by robin young (paperthinxhymn@gmail.com) Bb: 013331 C: 032010 F: 133211 G: 3X0003 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 F let me sit down, you know, C drinkin? alone?s a shame, it?s a shame, it?s a cryin? shame G F C look at those jokers glued to that damn hockey game F hey, honey, you got lots of cash, bring us ?round a bottle and we?ll have some laughs Bb G C gin?s what i?m drinkin?; i was raised on robbery she says, F C i?m a pretty good cook, sittin? on my groceries G F C come up to my kitchen, i?ll show you my best recipes F i try and i try, but i can?t save a cent i?m up after midnight cookin? tryin? to make my rent Bb G C i?m rough but I?m pleasin?; i was raised on robbery G-F-C-G-C F we had a little money once, C they were pushin? through a four lane highway G government gave us three thousand dollars, F C you shoulda seen it fly away F first he bought a fifty-seven Biscayne, he put it in the ditch he drunk up all the rest, that son of a bitch Bb G C his blood?s bad whiskey; i was raised on robbery F you know you ain?t bad lookin?, C i like the way you hold your drinks G come home with me honey, F C i ain?t askin? for no full-length mink F hey, where you goin?? don?t go yet, your glass ain?t empty and we just met Bb you?re mean when you?re loaded; G C i was raised on robbery G-F-C-G