Rich Folks Hoax taby ukulele według Sixto Rodriguez

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Verse 1:
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The moon is hanging in the purple sky
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Baby's sleeping while its mother sighs
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Talking 'bout the rich folks
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Rich folks have the same jokes
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And they park in basic places

Verse 2:
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The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
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He counts his money, then he paints you saved
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Talking to the young folks
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Young folks share the same jokes
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But they meet in older places

Chorus:
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  So don't tell me about your success
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  Nor your recipes for my happiness
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  Smoke in bed
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I never could digest
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Those illusions you claim to have going

Verse 3:
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The sun is shining, as it's always done
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Coffin dust is the fate of everyone
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Talking 'bout the rich folks
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The poor create the rich hoax
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And only late breast-fed fools believe it

Chorus:
     Em     F#          Bm 
  So don't tell me about your success
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  Nor your recipes for my happiness
Em        F#
  Smoke in bed
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I never could digest
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Those illusions you claim to have going