Just Rob Me Lyrics - Fiction Family Reunion - Fiction Family

I met a pretty girl the next town over 

Running like a river, thin and long 

Other than her dress, she looked mighty well depressed 

So I asked this pretty lady what was wrong 

She said, "All my life I tried to be an outlaw 

I've tried to spit and chew and steal and rob 

But I ain't no good at thievin' 

So I might as well be leavin' 

I think I'm off to go and get a job". 

I told that pretty girl, "Don't be so foolish 

Don't be so quick to leave this life of crime 

Now see, I'll be quick to call it 

You can practice on my wallet 

And that way if you're caught, you won't do time". 

Yeah, just rob me! 

Just rob me! 

A pretty face like yours don't come for free 

If I can call you honey 

Well, then you can take my money 

Oh, darlin' keep my gun and just rob me 

Yeah, just rob Sean Watkins 

So I saw this girl again a few months later 

To see her with my gun was a relief 

I said, "Honey, you got attributes 

Like lace and lips and high-heeled boots 

But dearie, you're just no good at... as a thief". 

She said, "Mister, how do you know that I'm failin'? 

I might as well rob twenty banks today". 

Yeah, so I looked into her eye 

And I said "Dear, I'd be surprised, 

You're pointing that there gun the wrong way". 

Yeah, just rob me! 

Just rob me! 

Oh, money never did grow up on trees 

"Oh, you're no good at crookin' 

But you're mighty fine at lookin'". 

Darlin', keep my gun and just rob me! 

Oh, maybe every woman is an outlaw 

I'm pretty sure they're pretty thieves in black 

They'll make you scream like smoke! 

And then they'll rob you broke! 

I suppose you don't mind being robbed like that 

So, my pretty thief and I started a family 

My outlaw's been givin' me in-laws 

Oh, she kept her thievin' art 

And sure as rain, she stole my heart 

She tells me it's all for a worthy cause 

Yeah, just rob me! 

Just rob me! 

Deep down my darlin' is a thief 

Oh, she may do the dishes 

But I pay her for my kisses 

I know it's not malicious 

She's just in the thievin' business 

She calls herself my Misses 

But she's got me by the britches 

I say honey, keep my gun and just rob me!