Richard Cory

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They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,

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With political connections to spread his wealth around.

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Born into society, a banker's only child,

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He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.


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But I   work in his factory

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And I curse the life I'm living

                    
And I curse my poverty

                        
And I wish that I could be,

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Oh, I wish that I could be,

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Oh, I wish that I could be

        Dm          
Richard Cory.


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The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:

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Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.

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And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!

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Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.


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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,

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Oh, I wish that I could be,

      G                 
Oh, I wish that I could be

        Dm          
Richard Cory.


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He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,

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And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,

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So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:

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"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."


                    Dm      
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                 Dm
Oh, I wish that I could be,

      G                 
Oh, I wish that I could be

        Dm          
Richard Cory.