Bob Dylan - I pity the poor immigrant

^GI pity the poor immigra^Dnt Who wishes he would've stayed h^Gome, ^GWho uses all his power to do ev^Dil But in the end is always left so alon^Ge. ^DThat man whom with his fingers c^Amheats ^DAnd who lies with ev'ry^G breath, ^GWho passionately hates his l^Dife ^DAnd likewise, fears his dea^Gth.

^GI pity the poor im^Dmigrant Whose strength is spent in vai^Gn, ^GWhose heaven is like Ir^Donsides, Whose tears are like ra^Gin, ^DWho eats but is not sat^Amisfied, ^DWho hears but does not se^Ge, Who falls in ^Dlove with wealth itself And turns his back on ^Gme.

^GI pity the poor imm^Digrant Who tramples through the mu^Gd, Who fills his mouth with la^Dughing And who builds his town with bl^Good, ^DWhose visions in the final e^Amnd ^DMust shatter like the gla^Gss. ^GI pity the poor imm^Digrant When his gladness comes to p^Gass.