Chords for Oliver Anthony - Rich Men North of Richmond (Lyrics)
Tempo:
61.1 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
F
Gm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] I've been selling my soul, [Eb] working all day, [Bb] overtime [F] hours, [Gm] bullshit pay, so I can sit
out here [Eb] and waste my life [Bb] away, drag back [F] home and drown my troubles away.
[Gm] It's a damn shame [Eb] what the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, [Gm] wish I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be true, [Bb] but it is.
[F] Oh, it is, living [Gm] in the new [Eb] world.
[Bb] With an old soul, [F]
[Gm] rich man, north of Richmond, [Eb] Lord knows they all [Bb] just want to have total [Dm] control.
I want to know [Gm] what you think, want to know [Eb] what you do, and they don't [Bb] think you know,
but I know [F] that you do, because your dollar [Gm] ain't shit, and it's taxed [Eb] to no end.
Oh, it's the [Bb] rich man, oh it's the [F] rich man.
[Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [F]
I [G] wish politicians would look [Eb] out for minors, and not [Bb] just minors on an island [F] somewhere.
Lord, [Gm] we got the folks in the street, [Eb] ain't got nothing to eat, [Bb] and the whole beast, milk [F] and welfare.
Well, God, [Gm] if you're five foot three, [Eb] and you're three hundred pounds, [Bb] taxes ought not
to pay [F] for your bags of fudge rounds.
[Gm] Young men are putting themselves [Eb] six feet in the ground, because [Bb] all this damn country
does [F] is keep on kicking them down.
Lord, [Gm] it's a damn shame what [Eb] the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, wish [Gm] I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be [Bb] true, but it is.
[F] All it is, you're living [Gm] in a new [Eb] world [Bb] with an old soul.
[F] [Gm] These rich men, oh, the rich men, [Eb] Lord knows [Bb] they all just want to have total [F] control.
[Gm] Want to know what you think, [Eb] want to know what you do, and they don't think [Bb] you know,
but I know that [F] you do, [G] because your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to [Eb] no end, because
the [Bb] rich men, oh, the [F] rich men, [Gm] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [Gm] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [G] I've been selling my [Eb] soul, working all day, [Bb] overtime
hours [F] for bullshit pay.
[Gm]
out here [Eb] and waste my life [Bb] away, drag back [F] home and drown my troubles away.
[Gm] It's a damn shame [Eb] what the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, [Gm] wish I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be true, [Bb] but it is.
[F] Oh, it is, living [Gm] in the new [Eb] world.
[Bb] With an old soul, [F]
[Gm] rich man, north of Richmond, [Eb] Lord knows they all [Bb] just want to have total [Dm] control.
I want to know [Gm] what you think, want to know [Eb] what you do, and they don't [Bb] think you know,
but I know [F] that you do, because your dollar [Gm] ain't shit, and it's taxed [Eb] to no end.
Oh, it's the [Bb] rich man, oh it's the [F] rich man.
[Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [F]
I [G] wish politicians would look [Eb] out for minors, and not [Bb] just minors on an island [F] somewhere.
Lord, [Gm] we got the folks in the street, [Eb] ain't got nothing to eat, [Bb] and the whole beast, milk [F] and welfare.
Well, God, [Gm] if you're five foot three, [Eb] and you're three hundred pounds, [Bb] taxes ought not
to pay [F] for your bags of fudge rounds.
[Gm] Young men are putting themselves [Eb] six feet in the ground, because [Bb] all this damn country
does [F] is keep on kicking them down.
Lord, [Gm] it's a damn shame what [Eb] the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, wish [Gm] I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be [Bb] true, but it is.
[F] All it is, you're living [Gm] in a new [Eb] world [Bb] with an old soul.
[F] [Gm] These rich men, oh, the rich men, [Eb] Lord knows [Bb] they all just want to have total [F] control.
[Gm] Want to know what you think, [Eb] want to know what you do, and they don't think [Bb] you know,
but I know that [F] you do, [G] because your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to [Eb] no end, because
the [Bb] rich men, oh, the [F] rich men, [Gm] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [Gm] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [G] I've been selling my [Eb] soul, working all day, [Bb] overtime
hours [F] for bullshit pay.
[Gm]
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Bb
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[G] I've been selling my soul, [Eb] working all day, [Bb] overtime [F] hours, [Gm] bullshit pay, so I can sit
out here [Eb] and waste my life [Bb] away, drag back [F] home and drown my troubles away.
[Gm] It's a damn shame [Eb] what the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, [Gm] wish I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be true, [Bb] but it is.
[F] Oh, it is, living [Gm] in the new [Eb] world.
[Bb] With an old soul, [F] _
[Gm] rich man, north of Richmond, [Eb] Lord knows they all [Bb] just want to have total [Dm] control.
I want to know [Gm] what you think, want to know [Eb] what you do, and they don't [Bb] think you know,
but I know [F] that you do, because your dollar [Gm] ain't shit, and it's taxed [Eb] to no end.
Oh, it's the [Bb] rich man, oh it's the [F] rich man.
_ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F]
I [G] wish politicians would look [Eb] out for minors, and not [Bb] just minors on an island [F] somewhere.
Lord, [Gm] we got the folks in the street, [Eb] ain't got nothing to eat, [Bb] and the whole beast, milk [F] and welfare.
Well, God, [Gm] if you're five foot three, [Eb] and you're three hundred pounds, [Bb] taxes ought not
to pay [F] for your bags of fudge rounds.
[Gm] Young men are putting themselves [Eb] six feet in the ground, because [Bb] all this damn country
does [F] is keep on kicking them down.
Lord, [Gm] it's a damn shame what [Eb] the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, wish [Gm] I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be [Bb] true, but it is.
[F] All it is, you're living [Gm] in a new [Eb] world [Bb] with an old soul.
[F] [Gm] These rich men, oh, the rich men, [Eb] Lord knows [Bb] they all just want to have total [F] control.
[Gm] Want to know what you think, [Eb] want to know what you do, and they don't think [Bb] you know,
but I know that [F] you do, [G] because your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to [Eb] no end, because
the [Bb] rich men, oh, the [F] rich men, _ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ [G] I've been selling my [Eb] soul, working all day, [Bb] overtime
hours [F] for bullshit pay.
_ _ [Gm] _
out here [Eb] and waste my life [Bb] away, drag back [F] home and drown my troubles away.
[Gm] It's a damn shame [Eb] what the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, [Gm] wish I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be true, [Bb] but it is.
[F] Oh, it is, living [Gm] in the new [Eb] world.
[Bb] With an old soul, [F] _
[Gm] rich man, north of Richmond, [Eb] Lord knows they all [Bb] just want to have total [Dm] control.
I want to know [Gm] what you think, want to know [Eb] what you do, and they don't [Bb] think you know,
but I know [F] that you do, because your dollar [Gm] ain't shit, and it's taxed [Eb] to no end.
Oh, it's the [Bb] rich man, oh it's the [F] rich man.
_ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F]
I [G] wish politicians would look [Eb] out for minors, and not [Bb] just minors on an island [F] somewhere.
Lord, [Gm] we got the folks in the street, [Eb] ain't got nothing to eat, [Bb] and the whole beast, milk [F] and welfare.
Well, God, [Gm] if you're five foot three, [Eb] and you're three hundred pounds, [Bb] taxes ought not
to pay [F] for your bags of fudge rounds.
[Gm] Young men are putting themselves [Eb] six feet in the ground, because [Bb] all this damn country
does [F] is keep on kicking them down.
Lord, [Gm] it's a damn shame what [Eb] the world's gotten to.
[Bb] People like me, [F] people like you, wish [Gm] I could just wake up [Eb] and it not be [Bb] true, but it is.
[F] All it is, you're living [Gm] in a new [Eb] world [Bb] with an old soul.
[F] [Gm] These rich men, oh, the rich men, [Eb] Lord knows [Bb] they all just want to have total [F] control.
[Gm] Want to know what you think, [Eb] want to know what you do, and they don't think [Bb] you know,
but I know that [F] you do, [G] because your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to [Eb] no end, because
the [Bb] rich men, oh, the [F] rich men, _ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ [G] I've been selling my [Eb] soul, working all day, [Bb] overtime
hours [F] for bullshit pay.
_ _ [Gm] _