Robbin’ Banks

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Michael Hurley - Rock, Folk

Robbin’ Banks

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[Verse 1] Keep that motor runnin', Jocko I won't be long on the inside If you shut the motor off My luck, the battery'd die Oh, I love robbin' banks Yes, I love robbin' banks Tell the teller thanks Aw, honey, for me [Verse 2] Well, we left Argentina We had Alaska in our eyes Head out for them clear, cold nights And white-capped mountain lines, now Lord, I love being chauffeured Hon, I love being chauffeured I'm a backseat gopher Ridin' in the car with you [Verse 3] Keep them dogs quiet, good boy I won't be long in the barn If you get scared and run You bastard, I'll break your arms now Lord, I love poachin' chickens Hon, I love poachin' chickens I fry 'em finger-lickin' Some kinda good [Fiddle solo] [Verse 4] Keep that bottle coming good, boy Lord, I'm gettin' some dry inside If you break it or drop it My luck, we gonna die dry Lord, I love drinkin' whiskey Hon, I love drinkin' whiskey Makin' me feel risky Every time I do a jug now [Verse 5] Keep them eyes peeled good, boy For that highway patrol If they catch and lock us up now They're gonna keep us till we're grey, old, ugly, and nasty Lord, I love being illegal Yes, I love being illegal Makin' my bones wiggle Every time I see the law [Outro] Yes, I love robbin' banks Woah, I love bein' chauffeured Yes, I love poachin' chickens Lord, I love drinkin' whiskey Yes, I love bein' illegal Lord, I love robbin' banks You tell the teller thanks Aw, honey, for me

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  • Jeffrey Frederick