Chords for Rich Folks Hoax - Sixto Rodriguez (Lyrics)
Tempo:
61.3 bpm
Chords used:
Em
F#
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
The moon is hanging [Em] in the purple [F#] sky.
[Bm] The baby's sleeping [Em] while its mother [F#] sighs.
[Em] [F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
Rich folks [Em] have the same jokes [F#] and they park in [Bm] basic places.
The priest is preaching [Em] from a shallow [F#] grave.
[Bm] He counts his money, [Em] then he paints you, [F#] say,
[Em] [F#] Talking [Bm] to the young folks.
Young folks [Em] share the same jokes, [F#] but they meet in [Bm] older places.
[Em] So don't [F#] tell me [Bm] about your success,
[Em] [F#] Nor your recipes [Bm] for 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] Carbon dust is a [Em] faith of everyone.
[F#] [Em]
[F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
The poor [Em] create the rich hoax,
[F#] And only laid-breaths, bent fools [Bm] believe it.
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.
[Em] [F#] [Bm] [N]
[Bm] The baby's sleeping [Em] while its mother [F#] sighs.
[Em] [F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
Rich folks [Em] have the same jokes [F#] and they park in [Bm] basic places.
The priest is preaching [Em] from a shallow [F#] grave.
[Bm] He counts his money, [Em] then he paints you, [F#] say,
[Em] [F#] Talking [Bm] to the young folks.
Young folks [Em] share the same jokes, [F#] but they meet in [Bm] older places.
[Em] So don't [F#] tell me [Bm] about your success,
[Em] [F#] Nor your recipes [Bm] for 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] Carbon dust is a [Em] faith of everyone.
[F#] [Em]
[F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
The poor [Em] create the rich hoax,
[F#] And only laid-breaths, bent fools [Bm] believe it.
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.
[Em] [F#] [Bm] [N]
Key:
Em
F#
Bm
Em
F#
Bm
Em
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The moon is hanging [Em] in the purple [F#] sky. _
[Bm] _ The baby's sleeping [Em] while its mother [F#] sighs.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
Rich folks [Em] have the same jokes [F#] and they park in [Bm] basic places.
_ _ The priest is preaching [Em] from a shallow [F#] grave.
[Bm] _ He counts his money, [Em] then he paints you, [F#] say,
_ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] Talking [Bm] to the young folks.
Young folks [Em] share the same jokes, [F#] but they meet in [Bm] older places.
_ [Em] So don't [F#] tell me [Bm] about your success,
_ [Em] _ [F#] Nor your recipes [Bm] for 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] _ Carbon dust is a [Em] faith of everyone.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
The poor [Em] create the rich hoax,
[F#] And only laid-breaths, bent fools [Bm] believe it.
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. _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [N] _
The moon is hanging [Em] in the purple [F#] sky. _
[Bm] _ The baby's sleeping [Em] while its mother [F#] sighs.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
Rich folks [Em] have the same jokes [F#] and they park in [Bm] basic places.
_ _ The priest is preaching [Em] from a shallow [F#] grave.
[Bm] _ He counts his money, [Em] then he paints you, [F#] say,
_ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] Talking [Bm] to the young folks.
Young folks [Em] share the same jokes, [F#] but they meet in [Bm] older places.
_ [Em] So don't [F#] tell me [Bm] about your success,
_ [Em] _ [F#] Nor your recipes [Bm] for 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] _ Carbon dust is a [Em] faith of everyone.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[F#] Talking [Bm] about the rich folks.
The poor [Em] create the rich hoax,
[F#] And only laid-breaths, bent fools [Bm] believe it.
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. _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [N] _