Bob Dylan - I pity the poor immigrant

^CI pity the poor immigra^Gnt Who wishes he would've stayed h^Come, ^CWho uses all his power to do ev^Gil But in the end is always left so alon^Ce. ^GThat man whom with his fingers c^Dmheats ^GAnd who lies with ev'ry^C breath, ^CWho passionately hates his l^Gife ^GAnd likewise, fears his dea^Cth.

^CI pity the poor im^Gmigrant Whose strength is spent in vai^Cn, ^CWhose heaven is like Ir^Gonsides, Whose tears are like ra^Cin, ^GWho eats but is not sat^Dmisfied, ^GWho hears but does not se^Ce, Who falls in ^Glove with wealth itself And turns his back on ^Cme.

^CI pity the poor imm^Gigrant Who tramples through the mu^Cd, Who fills his mouth with la^Gughing And who builds his town with bl^Cood, ^GWhose visions in the final e^Dmnd ^GMust shatter like the gla^Css. ^CI pity the poor imm^Gigrant When his gladness comes to p^Cass.