Fools Gold
Raul Seixas
Cifras

[Intro] F#  F#7+  E  E7+  C#7/4  C#7  F# 

F#
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
                 G#m
Every month a thousand bucks!
I should thank the Lord I have it
                     C#7
And my success as an artist
Should be proud I've got a Chevy
                       F#
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
                             G#m
In this  of s of towns!
Should be proud of being socially
   C#7
Respected and even feared
But I think this kind of success
                 F#              F#7
Is for circuses and for clowns!
          B
You know, I should be vain and proud
To have won my place in life
But I must wow I'm dazed
                  Bbm
And I just don't know where I am at
   B
Because it was so easy pickings
So I ask myself "and now"?
   G#7
I have so many worlds to conquer
        C#7                    F#     E C#7
And I know I cannot be even satisfied with that
     F#
I should be happy God has granted me
Sundays that I wanted
With my family to play the father
              G#m
To play the husband?and display
But a monumental bore
C#7
You will find I am and more
Don't you feel I'm happy and easy
                F#
At the end of every day!
Stand against a looking glass
And see yourself?what an ass
God and devil took to mass
                            G#m
On ten percent use of your brain
You are doctor of philosophy
            C#7
Priest or cooper, what a topper
Don't you wish you could grow young
                   F#   F#7
And start it all again
 B
You won't find me gladly sittin'                                           
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  Bbm
Waiting for my coming death
                 B
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating flying saucers
                           G#7
I'm awaiting, yes, I'm awaiting
At my neighbor's fence
              C#7                F#
Hoping and looking across the heath! Yeah!                                    
         B
I that, you won't you find me gladly sitting                                           
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  Bbm
Waiting for my coming death
                  B
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating flying saucers, saucers
                           G#7
I'm awaiting, yes, I'm awaiting
At my neighbor's fence
              C#7                F#
Hoping and looking across the heath!