
Raised on Robbery Neil Young (Ft. Joni Mitchell & The Santa Monica Flyers)
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[Intro]
He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
Drinking for diversion and thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
[Verse 1]
She says "Let me sit down, you know, drinkin' alone's a 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"
[Verse 2]
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 savе a cent
I'm up after midnight cooking, trying to make my rеnt
I'm rough but I'm pleasin', I was raised on robbery
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
Lord, 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
He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
Drinking for diversion and thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
[Verse 1]
She says "Let me sit down, you know, drinkin' alone's a 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"
[Verse 2]
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 savе a cent
I'm up after midnight cooking, trying to make my rеnt
I'm rough but I'm pleasin', I was raised on robbery
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
Lord, 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
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