Fool's Gold

[Intro] G  G7+  F  F7+  D7/4  D7  G

G
Should now be feeling happy
Since I have a fine new job
An'wife an'family
I'm the model man who's made it
                 Am
Every month a thousand bucks!
I should thank the Lord I have it
                     D7
And my success as an artist
Should be proud I've got a Chevy
                       G
I'm the kind of guy that lucks!
So, I should now be glad as glad
With my brand new home in the best 
quarter
After starving for two years
                             Am
In this whore of whores of towns!
Should be proud of being socially
   D7
Respected and even feared
But I think this kind of success
                 G              G7
Is for circuses and for clowns!
          C
You know, I should be vain and proud
To have won my place in life
But I must wow I'm dazed
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                  Bm
And I just don't know where I am at
   C
Because it was so easy pickings
So I ask myself "and now"?
   A7
I have so many worlds to conquer
        D7                 
And I know I cannot be even 
   G     F D7
satisfied with that
     G
I should be happy God has granted me
Sundays that I wanted
With my family to play the father
              Am
To play the husband…and display
But a monumental bore
D7
You will find I am and more
Don't you feel I'm happy and easy
                G
At the end of every day!
Stand against a looking glass
And see yourself…what an ass
God and devil took to mass
                            Am
On ten percent use of your brain
You are doctor of philosophy
            D7
Priest or cooper, what a topper
Don't you wish you could grow young
                   G   G7
And start it all again
 C
You won't find me gladly sittin'
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  Bm
Waiting for my coming death
                 C
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating 
flying saucers
                           A7
I'm awaiting, yes, I'm awaiting
At my neighbor's fence
              D7                G
Hoping and looking across the heath!
 Yeah!
         C
I that, you won't you find me gladly
 sitting
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  Bm
Waiting for my coming death
                  C
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating 
flying saucers, saucers
                           A7
I'm awaiting, yes, I'm awaiting
At my neighbor's fence
              D7                G
Hoping and looking across the heath!