Lyrics

[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 [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] 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