Steal with Style

I guess you wonder why I let this rich Man by and passed up all his money with A smile. A sitting duck you say I let him get Away. Well, 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. Well, 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 when Jamie Lockhart, the thievin' ain't the Same. It's a finaglin', anglin' Game. So I let this rich man go because I Truly know this place of his might 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 evenin' I was born the stars were Lookin' fine. It was written in them stars that I was Gonna shine. I was born for fakin' And takin', come what may. It's a finaglin', anglin' Way. So I guess it's just my fate to always Be first-rate, to outfox all them others By a mile. I'll hit that rich man's farm and ladle out The charm. And I promise you, oh yes, I Promise you, I guarantee to You I'll steal with style