Robbing and Stealing Blues

My baby ain't good looking
and she don't dress fine
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
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
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 Tildie Peel
I used to live with a woman, they
called her Tildie Peel
I soon got rid of her:
she couldn't rob and steal

I know how you
hungry hustlers feel
I know how you
hungry hustlers feel
Your women don't know how to rob;
they're too doggone scared to steal
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