When I was a rich man the world was so forgiving to me
When I was a rich man the world was full of possibility
But now I am a poor man and I hide among the shadows on the street
Oh, rich man, poor man, it’s all a drag to me
I only get my kicks in crazy dreams
The dream dies but the dreamer remains
Oh, if I’m a rich man or a poor man
You won’t hear me complain
When I was a rich man I stood the proudest on the highest stair
When I was a rich man I thought life was a romantic affair
But now I am a poor man and I finally see the colors in your hair
Oh, rich man, poor man, it’s all a drag to me
I only get my kicks in crazy dreams
The dream dies but the dreamer remains
Oh, if I’m a rich man or a poor man
You won’t hear me complain
When I was a rich man I thought little of deceit and white lies
Now I am a poor man and I’m feelin’ like I could use a disguise
Oh, the dream dies but the dreamer remains
Maybe I’m still a rich man,
Washed up on the sand
Of this here foreign land
And I just don’t understand the currency
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