Raised on Robbery - Joni Mitchell

He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel

He was drinking for diversion

He was thinking for himself

A little money riding on the Maple Leafs

Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves

She says: «Let me sit down

You know, drinkin' alone’s a shame

(It's a shame it’s a crying 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»

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 save a cent

I’m up after midnight cooking

Trying to make my rent

I’m rough but I’m pleasin'

I was raised on robbery

We had a little money once

They were pushing through a four lane highway

Government gave us three thousand dollars

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

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