Robbin’ Banks lyrics

by

Michael Hurley



[Verse 1]
Keep that motor runnin', Jocko
I won't be long on the inside
If you shut the motor off
My luck, the battery'd die
Oh, I love robbin' banks
Yes, I love robbin' banks
Tell the teller thanks
Aw, honey, for me

[Verse 2]
Well, we left Argentina
We had Alaska in our eyes
Head out for them clear, cold nights
And white-capped mountain lines, now
Lord, I love being chauffeured
Hon, I love being chauffeured
I'm a backseat gopher
Ridin' in the car with you

[Verse 3]
Keep them dogs quiet, good boy
I won't be long in the barn
If you get scared and run
You bast*rd, I'll break your arms now
Lord, I love poachin' chickens
Hon, I love poachin' chickens
I fry 'em finger-lickin'
Some kinda good
[Fiddle solo]

[Verse 4]
Keep that bottle coming good, boy
Lord, I'm gettin' some dry inside
If you break it or drop it
My luck, we gonna die dry
Lord, I love drinkin' whiskey
Hon, I love drinkin' whiskey
Makin' me feel risky
Every time I do a jug now

[Verse 5]
Keep them eyes peeled good, boy
For that highway patrol
If they catch and lock us up now
They're gonna keep us till we're grey, old, ugly, and nasty
Lord, I love being illegal
Yes, I love being illegal
Makin' my bones wiggle
Every time I see the law

[Outro]
Yes, I love robbin' banks
Woah, I love bein' chauffeured
Yes, I love poachin' chickens
Lord, I love drinkin' whiskey
Yes, I love bein' illegal
Lord, I love robbin' banks
You tell the teller thanks
Aw, honey, for me
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