Chords for Wings - Picasso's Last Words/Richard Cory [Live Acoustic '76] [High Quality]

It's on top if you like.
Not if you're sitting down the front though.
This is a wee drinking song from Band [Ab] on the Run here.
_ _ I drank [Eb] a razor, right [Ab] last night.
He spit things [Eb] on the wall. _
[Bbm] Before he went, he bade us well.
[Eb] And said goodnight to us [Ab] all.
_ Drink [Cm] to me, [Fm] drink to my health.
[Ab] You know I [Eb] can't drink anymore. _
[Ab] _ [Cm] Drink to me, drink [Bbm] to my health.
[Ab] You know I can't drink [Db] anymore.
_ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] Three o'clock [Fm] in the morning,
_ _ getting ready for bed.
_ [Bbm] _ It came [Ab] without warning.
I'll _ _ [Bbm] be waiting for you [Ab] there.
So [Cm] drink to me, drink [Bbm] to my health.
[Ab] You know I can't drink anymore.
_ _ _ Drink to [Fm] me, drink to [Bbm] my health.
You know [Eb] I can't drink [Db] anymore.
_ [B] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Gb] _
_ _ [B] _ They [Gb] _ _ _
[B] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ say that Richard Corey
[Eb] Owned one half of this old town.
[Fm] With political connections,
[C] He spends his wealth around.
[Bb] He was born into society,
A banker's only child.
[Fm] He had everything a man could want,
[C] Money, pleasure and [Eb] style.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The paper and the printed picture,
[Eb] Almost every place he goes.
[Fm] Richard Corey had the opera,
[C] Richard Corey had the girls.
[Bb] And the rumour of his parties,
And the orgies on his yacht.
He really must be happy
[C] With everything he's got.
_ [Ab] But I work [Fm] in his factory,
_ [Bbm] And I curse the life [Fm] I'm living.
[Bbm] I curse my [Fm] poverty,
[Bbm] I wish that I [Fm] could be,
[Bbm] I wish that I [Fm] could be,
[Bbm] I wish that I [C] could be [Fm] Richard Corey. _ _ _ _ _
_ He really gave to the charities in town.
[Eb] He had the common touch.
[Fm] And they were thankful for his patronage.
[C] So they thanked him very much.
[Bb] But the man would still be wonder
When they even heard of it.
[Fm] Richard Corey [Ab] went home last night,
And put a bullet through [Fm] his head. _ _
[Ab] But I _ work in [Fm] his factory, _
[Bbm] And I curse the life [Fm] I'm living.
[Bbm] I curse my [Fm] poverty,
[Bbm] I wish that I [Fm] could be,
I [Bbm] wish that I [Fm] could be,
I [Bbm] wish that I could [C] be
[C] _ [Fm] Richard Corey. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _