Rich Folks Hoax Chords by Rodriguez

[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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The moon _ is hanging in [Em] the purple _ _ [F#] sky. _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ Baby's sleeping while [Em] its mother _ _ [F#] sighs. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ Talking about [Bm] the rich folks.
_ Rich folks [Em] have the same jokes,
[F#] and they park in [Bm] basic places.
_ _ _ _ _ The priest _ is preaching from a [Em] shallow _
_ [F#] grave.
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He counts his money, [Em] then he paints you, _ [F#] saves it. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ Talking to [Bm] the young folks.
_ Young folks share the [Em] same jokes,
[F#] but they meet in [Bm] older places.
So _ _
_ [Em] _ don't _ [F#] tell me [Bm] about your success, _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [F#] nor your recipes for [Bm] my happiness. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [F#] Smoking bad, I [Bm] never could digest
the _ _
_ [Em] illusions _ _ [F#] you claim to [Bm] have going. _ _ _ _ _
The sun _ is shining _ [Em] as it's always _ _ [F#] done. _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ Coffin dust is a [Em] faithless _ reverend.
[F#] _ _
Talking _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ about [Bm] the rich folks.
_ The poor create [Em] the rich hoax,
[F#] and only laid-breast men fools _ [Bm] believe it. _ _ _ _
[Em] So don't _ [F#] tell me [Bm] about your success, _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [F#] nor your recipes for [Bm] my happiness. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [F#] Smoking bad, I [Bm] never could digest _ _ _
the [Em] illusions _ [F#] you claim to have [Bm] going. _ _ _ _ _ _
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