I Pity the Poor Immigrant Bob Dylan
From 'John Wesley Harding' 1967.
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[G]I pity the poor immigra[D]nt
Who wishes he would've stayed h[G]ome,
[G]Who uses all his power to do ev[D]il
But in the end is always left so alon[G]e.
[D]That man whom with his fingers c[Am]heats
[D]And who lies with ev'ry[G] breath,
[G]Who passionately hates his l[D]ife
[D]And likewise, fears his dea[G]th.
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[G]I pity the poor im[D]migrant
Whose strength is spent in vai[G]n,
[G]Whose heaven is like Ir[D]onsides,
Whose tears are like ra[G]in,
[D]Who eats but is not sat[Am]isfied,
[D]Who hears but does not se[G]e,
Who falls in [D]love with wealth itself
And turns his back on [G]me.
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[G]I pity the poor imm[D]igrant
Who tramples through the mu[G]d,
Who fills his mouth with la[D]ughing
And who builds his town with bl[G]ood,
[D]Whose visions in the final e[Am]nd
[D]Must shatter like the gla[G]ss.
[G]I pity the poor imm[D]igrant
When his gladness comes to p[G]ass.
Finish off with intro
Enjoy!
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