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D C
they say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
D A
with political connections to spread his wealth around
G
born into society a bankers only child
D C F A
he had everything a man could want power grace and style
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F D
but i work in his factory
G
and i curse the life i'm living
and i curse my poverty
and i wish that i could be
F D
oh i wish that i could be
G
oh i wish that i could be
D
Richard Cory
the papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera, richard cory at a show
and the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
oh he surely must be happy with everything he’s got
chorus
he freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
and they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much
so my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head
chorus
and in case you didn't know, this song is based on a poem of the same name:
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich--yes, richer than a king--
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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