Wings - Picassos Last Words/Richard Cory
From the Album Wings Across America 1977
You Tube : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12klXN9_Jlk
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----PICASSOS LAST WORDS----
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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The grand old painter died last night
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His paintings on the wall
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Before he went he bade us well
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And said goodnight to us all.
[Chorus]
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Drink to me, drink to my health
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You know i can't drink any more
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Drink to me, drink to my health
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You know i can't drink any more
[Bridge]
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3 o'clock in the morning
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I'm getting ready for bed
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It came without a warning
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But i'll be waiting for you baby
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I'll be waiting for you there
[Chorus]
G Bm Em Am
Drink to me, drink to my health
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You know i can't drink any more
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Drink to me, drink to my health
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You know i can't drink any more
[Link]
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----RICHARD CORY----
[Verse 1]
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They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
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With political connections He spreads his wealth around.
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He was born into society, a banker's only child,
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He had everything a man could want money praise and style.
[Verse 2]
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The papers print his picture almost everyplace he goes
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Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at The shows
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And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
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He Really must be happy .... with everything he's got.
[Chorus]
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But I work in his factory
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And I curse the life I'm living
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I curse my poverty
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I wish that I could be,
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I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be,
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John Denver.
[Verse 3]
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He Really gave to The charity, had the common touch,
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And they were Thankful for his patronage.. So They thank You very much,
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So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
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Richard Cory went home last night
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and put a bullet through his head
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[Chorus]
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But I work in his factory
Am Em
And I curse the life I'm living
Am Em
I curse my poverty
Am Em
I wish that I could be,
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I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be,
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Richard Cory
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