Rich Folks Hoax Rodriguez

Rich Folks Hoax

Rodriguez

Jenny Newton

110
0:00 2:57
Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 4/4
Tonart: Bm
Kapo:
2. Bund
Schlagmuster 2

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Songtext

[Intro]
| Am | - | - | - |

[Verse 1]
    Am
The moon is hanging
          Dm  E
In the purple sky
Am
  Baby's sleeping
            Dm   E
While its mother sighs
Dm   E                  Am
  Talking 'bout the rich  folks
                        Dm
Rich folks have the same  jokes
             E            Am
And they park in basic places

[Verse 2]
    Am
The priest is preaching
           Dm       E
From a shallow grave
Am
  He counts his money
              Dm         E
Then he paints  you saved
Dm   E                Am
  Talking to the young  folks
                          Dm
Young folks share the same  jokes
             E            Am
But they meet in older places

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

[Verse 3]
    Am
The sun is shining
          Dm   E
As it's always done
Am
  Coffin dust
                  Dm   E
Is the fate of everyone
E7 Dm   E                  Am
     Talking 'bout the rich  folks
                        Dm
The poor create the rich  hoax
         E7
And only late breast-fed fools,
  Am
believe it

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

[Fade Out]
        | Am |

Takte

[Intro]
| Am | - | - | - |

[Verse 1]
| Am | -  | Dm | E  |
| Am | -  | Dm | E  |
| -  | Dm | E  | Am |
| -  | Dm | E  | Am |
| -  |

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

[Verse 2]
     | Am | -  | Dm |
| E  | Am | -  | Dm |
| E  | -  | Dm | E  |
| Am | -  | Dm | E  |
| Am | -  |

The priest is preaching
From a shallow grave
He counts his money
Then he paints  you saved
Talking to the young  folks
Young folks share the same  jokes
But they meet in older places

[Chorus]
         | Dm | E |
| Am | - | Dm | E |
| Am | - | Dm | E |
| Am | - | Dm | E |
| Am | - |

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

[Verse 3]
          | Am | -  |
| Dm | E  | Am | -  |
| Dm | E  | E7 | Dm |
| E  | Am | -  | Dm |
| E7 | -  | Am | -  |

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

[Chorus]
| Dm | E | Am | - |
| Dm | E | Am | - |
| Dm | E | Am | - |
| Dm | E | Am | - |
| Dm | E |

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

[Fade Out]
        | Am |

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