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