Raised on Robbery Joni Mitchell
[F]let me sit down, you know,
drinkin’ alone’s a sh[C]ame,
it’s a shame, it’s 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 we’ll have some laughs
[Bb]gin’s what i’m drinkin’; i was [G]raised on robbe[C]ry
she says,
i’m a [F]pretty good cook, sittin’ on my groceries [C]
come up[G] to my kitchen, i’ll show[F] you my best reci[C]pes
i [F]try and i try, but i can’t save a cent
i’m up after midnight cookin’ tryin’ to make my rent
i’m [Bb]rough but I’m 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]blood’s bad whiskey; i was [G]raised on robbe[C]ry
you know you [F]ain’t bad lookin’,
i like the way you hold your [C]drinks
come [G]home with me honey,
i ain’t [F]askin’ for no full-length mink [C]
[F] hey, where you goin’?
don’t go yet, your glass ain’t empty and we just met
you’re [Bb]mean when you’re loaded;
i was [G]raised on robbe[C]ry
[G-F-C-G]
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