Just Rob Me

  B                                 E
I met a pretty girl the next town over
  B                              F#
Running like a river, thin and long
  B
Other than her dress
           E
She looked mighty well depressed
  B          F#                   B
So I asked this little lady what was wrong


  B                                          E
She said, "All my life I've tried to be an outlaw
  B                                    F#
I've tried to spit and chew and steal and rob
       B
But I ain't no good at thieven'
       E
So I might as well be leaven
  B                 F#       B
I think I'm off and go get a job"


  B                                    E
I told the pretty girl, "Don't be so foolish
  B                              F#
Don't be so quick to leave a life of crime
      B
See I'll be quick to call it
      E
You can practice on my wallet
  B                  F#                  B
And that way if you're caught you won't do time"


- Chorus -

F#
Just rob me!
B
Just rob me!
B                                       F#
A pretty face like yours don't come for free
B
If I can call you honey
          E
Well then you can take my money
   B
So darling keep your gun
B
And just rob me




-(Drew's) Instrumental-

B E B E B



- Verse 2 -

  B                                 E
I saw that girl again a few months later
  B                          F#
To see her with her gun was a relief
        B
I said, "Honey you've got attributes
        E
Like lace and lips and high heeled boots
  B                F#           B
But Dearie your just no good as a thief"


 B                                          E
She said, "Mister how do you know that I'm failing
 B                              F#
I might as well rob twenty banks today"
      B
I looked into her eyes
      E
And said, Missy, I'd be surprised,
 B                   F#            B
You're pointing that there gun the wrong way.

- Repeat Chorus -


-  Bridge -

F#                        B
  Maybe every woman is an outlaw
    F#                                   B
I'm pretty sure they're pretty thieves in black
        F#  (hold then break)      F# (hold then break)
They'll make you scream like smoke
                           F# (hold then break)
And then they rob you broke
                         F#          F#   F#
But I suppose don't mind being robbed like that


- Verse 3 -

  B                                  E
So my pretty thief and I started a family
  B                           F#
Yeah my outlaw's been giving me in laws ya'all
        B
She kept her thieving art
        E
Sure as rain she stole my heart
    B                   B
she tells me it's for a worthy cause

- Second Chorus/Ending -

F#
Just rob me!
B
Just rob me!
B                                       F#
Deep down my darling is a thief
B                          E
She may do the dishes but I pay her for my kisses
B
I know its not malicious
          E
she’s just in the thieving business
B
She calls herself my missus
          E
but she’s got me by the britches
       B                   F#
I say darling keep your gun
 B
And just rob me