Rich Man - Montrose

All the silver’s been polished, the linen’s white as snow

I’m hidin' in the library, no one ever goes

And I’m thinkin' 'bout the worth, of this

Big 'ol house around me, you know I

Feel so ashamed and poor, because the

Spirit hasn’t found me… if I could

Lend someone a hand, I’d be a Rich Man… I could

Hang out in the drawing room, and

Walk the length of the yard

But livin' in this house all winter, some

Times it’s a little hard, 'cause I’m

Feelin' very human, with the heart that can only mend, but it’s the

Worst part of emptiness, I ever felt

If I could lend someone a hand, I’d be a Rich Man… if I could

Help someone to stand, I’d be a Rich Man… but I could

Try to weave the words of a song together…

Awwww-ah ah, a Rich Man

Lead

Things they happen to me, all the

Things that I’m goin' through

Makin' me stop and wonder, if it’s

Happening to you… and there

Really ain’t no reason, to sit

All alone and cry!

So

Go on… give it another try… If I could

Lend someone a hand, I’d be a

Rich Man… if I could help someone to stand, I’d be a

Rich Man… and I could

Try to weave the words of a song together…

Awwww-ah ah, a Rich Man

(repeat 4 times and end)