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Alfred Uhry - Steal With Style Lyrics

I bet you wonder why
I let that rich man by
And passed up all his money with a smile
A sittin’ duck you say I let him get away
Oh the answer is I steal with style
I steal with style.

I don’t come up and rob
Like some dumb country slob
I let my treasure dangle for a while
I let my treasure lay and flatter it away
Oh the answer is I steal with style.

With my dark face on I am the bandit of the woods
And when I’m him it’s easier to snatch the stolen goods
But with Jamie Lockhart, the thievin’ ain’t the same
It’s a finaglin’ anglin’ game

So I let that rich man go (why?)
Because I truly know
That place of his must be a treasure pile
I’ll ride out to his house and play some cat and mouse
And I promise you I’ll steal with style

On the evening I was born the stars were lookin’ fine
It was written in those stars that I was gonna shine
I was born for fakin’ and takin’ come what may
In my finaglin’ anglin’ way
So I guess it’s just my fate
To always be first rate
To out fox all them hunters by a mile
I’ll hit that rich man’s farm and ladle out my charm
And I promise you,
Oh yes I promise you
I guarantee to you I’ll steal with style!