Lyrics Richard Cory - 2013 Remaster - Wings , Paul McCartney

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 a show.
And the rumour of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he really 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 thankfull 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.