van morrison
richard cory
They say that Richard Cory owns one-half of this here town With political connections, spread his wealth around Born into society a banker's only child He had everything a man could want, Power, grace and style But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty That I wish that I could be Yeah I wish that I could be I wish that I could be, Richard Cory The papers print his pictures Almost everywhere he go Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at the show And the rumours of his a parties And the orgies on his yacht Well, he surely must be happy With everything that he has got But I, work in his factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be I wish that I can be, yeah I wish that I can be, Richard Cory He freely gives to charity Had that common touch They were grateful for his patronage And thanked him very much But my mind was filled with wonder When the evening headlines That Richard Cory went home last night And put a bullet through his head But I, I, I, work in his factory And I, I don't dig the life I'm livin' And I don't dig my poverty And I wish that I could be Yeah and I wish that I could be Yeah wish that I could be, Richard Cory And I wish that I could be I wish that I could be Somehow I wish that I could be A just like a Richard Cory Just li-i-i-ike, Richard Co-ory A Richard Cory A Richard Cory FADES A Richard Cory, just a man, just a boy.