RICH MAN'S LIFE
© Krista Detor, Chocolate Paper Suites
Is it the gray or the rain or the bright red poncho
On the man selling oranges in the street below
From a horse-drawn cart he's calling out to the people
Got a cart full of oranges and a red poncho
So who is the seller, did he come from the country
Is he nice to the pony, does he smile at his wife
In the rain is he wishing for a green umbrella
And a roll of tobacco and a rich man's life
Give me a rich man's life with a green umbrella,
And a roll of tobacco and a rich man's fun
Give me a rich man's life with the sharp black edges,
And the clean white columns rising up to the sun
(to the sun, to the sun, to the sun, up to the sun)
Is it the gray or the rain or the man and his pony
Makes me watch from the terrace through the wine in the gla**
He's calling out to the people from the bright red poncho
While the soft rain dances where the rich men pa**
He's calling out to the people, 'Come and try my oranges
Try the sweet sweet orange' pulling out his knife
He cuts a slice of the orange, reaches out to the lady
With the blue shoe buckles and a rich man's life
Give me a rich man's life with a green umbrella,
And a roll of tobacco and a rich man's fun
Give me a rich man's life with the sharp black edges,
And the clean white columns rising up to the sun
(to the sun, to the sun, to the sun)
(to the sun, to the sun, to the sun)
The golden sun, to the sun, to the sun
To the sun to the sun (is setting)
To the sun to the sun (is setting)