Raised On Robbery
Joni MitchellVersion1
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let me sit down, you know,
drinkin alones a shame,
its a shame, its 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 well have some laughs
gins what im drinkin; i was raised on robbery
she says,
im a pretty good cook, sittin on my groceries
come up to my kitchen, ill show you my best recipes
i try and i try, but i cant save a cent
im up after midnight cookin tryin to make my rent
im rough but Im 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 bloods bad whiskey; i was raised on robbery
you know you aint bad lookin,
i like the way you hold your drinks
come home with me honey,
i aint askin for no full-length mink
hey, where you goin?
dont go yet, your glass aint empty and we just met
youre mean when youre loaded;
i was raised on robbery
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Readable chord sheet for Raised On Robbery by Joni Mitchell
[F]let me sit down, you know, drinkin alones a sh[C]ame, its a shame, its a cryin shame [G]look at those jokers glued[F] to that damn hockey [C]game [F]hey, honey, you got lots of cash, bring us round a bottle and well have some laughs [Bb]gins what im drinkin; i was [G]raised on robbe[C]ry she says, im a [F]pretty good cook, sittin on my groceries [C] come up[G] to my kitchen, ill show[F] you my best reci[C]pes i [F]try and i try, but i cant save a cent im up after midnight cookin tryin to make my rent im [Bb]rough but Im pleasin; i was [G]raised on robbe[C]ry [G] [F] [C] [G] [C] we [F]had a little money once, they were pushin through a four lane hig[C]hway government gave us [G]three thousand dollars, you [F]shoulda seen it fly away [C] first he bought a [F]fifty-seven Biscayne, he put it in the ditch he drunk up all the rest, that son of a bitch his [Bb]bloods bad whiskey; i was [G]raised on robbe[C]ry you know you [F]aint bad lookin, i like the way you hold your [C]drinks come [G]home with me honey, i aint [F]askin for no full-length mink [C] [F] hey, where you goin? dont go yet, your glass aint empty and we just met youre [Bb]mean when youre loaded; i was [G]raised on robbe[C]ry [G] [F] [C] [G]