Krista Detor - Rich Man's Life lyrics

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)