Richard Cory
They say that Richard Cory
owns one half of this whole town
With political connections
to spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want
Money, grace, and style
The papers print his picture
almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at the shows
And the rumor of his parties
and the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy
with everything he's got
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
John Denver
He freely gave to charity
he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage
and 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
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
Autor(es): Paul Simon
