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