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Robbin' and Stealin' Blues

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My baby ain't good‑looking : and she don't dress fine
But she gives me money : all of the time

She goes out at night : just like she's on wheels
And then I know : she's going out to rob and steal

I lay in my bed : my baby brings me my meals
What good is a woman : if she don't rob and steal

I used to live with a woman : they called her *Tilty Til*
I soon got rid of her : she couldn't rob and steal

I know : how you hungry hustlers feel
Your woman don't know how to rob : she is too doggone scared to steal

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