Rich Folks Hoax

Rodriguez · Cold Fact [1970]

The moon is hanging in the purple sky

The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs

Talking 'bout the rich folks

Rich folks have the same jokes

And they park in basic places



The priest is preaching from a shallow grave

He counts his money, then he paints you saved

Talking to the young folks

Young folks share the same jokes

But they meet in older places



So don't tell me about your success

Nor your recipes for my happiness

Smoke in bed

I never could digest

Those illusions you claim to have going



The sun is shining, as it's always done

Coffin dust is the fate of everyone

Talking 'bout the rich folks

The poor create the rich hoax

And only late breast-fed fools believe it



So don't tell me about your success

Nor your recipes for my happiness

Smoke in bed

I never could digest

Those illusions you claim to have going

Rich Folks Hoax

Rodriguez's "Rich Folks Hoax" stands as a defining track on the 1970 album *Cold Fact*, showcasing his sharp social commentary and unique poetic voice. The song exemplifies the New York City folk tradition, blending observational humor with biting satire to critique class disparity and societal hypocrisy. Recorded in the early 1970s, the piece reflects the era's growing interest in political activism and personal narrative within the folk genre. Its rhythmic delivery and direct lyrics have cemented its status as a staple of Rodriguez's discography, illustrating his ability to transform everyday observations into powerful musical statements that continue to resonate with listeners today.