(Paul Simon)



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

Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory



Paper's 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 everythang 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 could be, yea-ah

I wish that I could be, Richard Cory



He freely gave to charity

And had that common touch

They were grateful for his patronage

And thanked him very much



So my mind was filled with wonder

When the evenin' headlines read

That Richard Cory went home last night

And put a bullet through his head, hu



But I, I, I, work in his factory

And I, I don't don't dig the life I'm livin'

And I don't dig my poverty

And I wish that I could be

Yeah, an' I wish that I could be

Well, wish that I could be, Richard Cory



Ay-hey, I wish that I could be

I wish that I could be

Sometime, I wish that I could be

A-just like a-Richard Cory

Just li-iiiiiiike, a-Richard Cory

A-Richard Cory

FADES

A-Richard Cory

Just like Richard Cory



(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)