Standard (EADGBE)

let me sit down, you know,

drinkin’ alone’s a shame,

it’s a shame, it’s 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 we’ll have some laughs

gin’s what i’m drinkin’; i was raised on robbery

she says,

i’m a pretty good cook, sittin’ on my groceries

come up to my kitchen, i’ll show you my best recipes

i try and i try, but i can’t save a cent

i’m up after midnight cookin’ tryin’ to make my rent

i’m rough but I’m 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 blood’s bad whiskey; i was raised on robbery

you know you ain’t bad lookin’,

i like the way you hold your drinks

come home with me honey,

i ain’t askin’ for no full-length mink

hey, where you goin’?

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