Вершы: Joni Mitchell. Hits. Raised on Robbery.

He was sittin' in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinkin' for diversion
He was thinkin' for himself
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 cryin' 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 drinkin'
I was raised on robbery

I'm a pretty good cook
Sittin' 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, 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 should have 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 your loaded
I was raised on robbery