Raised On Robbery Songtext
von 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 drinking 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 down 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 half the night 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