Rich men north of Richmond     (video)

 

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1. I've been selling my soul, working all day,

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    overtime hours, for bullshit pay.

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    So I can sit out here, and waste my life away,

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    drag back home, and drown my troubles away.

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    It's a damn shame, what the world's gotten to,

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    for people like me, and people like you.

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    Wish I could just wake up, and it not be true,

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    but it is, aw, it is.

 

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Livin' in the new world,       with an old soul,

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these rich men north of Richmond, Lord knows they all

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just wanna have total control.

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Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do,

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and they don't think you know, but I know that you do.

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'Cause your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to no end

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'cause of rich men, north of Richmond.

 

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2. I wish politicians would look out for miners,

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    and not just minors on an island somewhere.

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    Lord, we got folks in the street, ain't got nothin' to eat,

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    and the obese, milkin' welfare.

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    But God, if you're five foot three and you're three hundred pounds,

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    taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds.

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    Young men are puttin' themselves six feet in the ground,

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    'cause all this damn country does, is keep on kickin' them down.

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    Lord, it's a damn shame, what the world's gotten to

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    for people like me, and people like you.

                         Em                            C

    Wish I could just wake up, and it not be true,

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    but it is, aw it is.

 

                    Em           - C               G          - D

Livin' in the new world,       with an old soul,

                   Em                                 C

these rich men north of Richmond, Lord knows they all

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just wanna have total control.

                                       Em                                        C

Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do,

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and they don't think you know, but I know that you do.

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'Cause your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to no end

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'cause of rich men, north of Richmond.

 

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+   I've been selling my soul, working all day.

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    overtime hours, for bullshit pay.

 

(orig. = capo 2nd)    (Oliver Anthony)