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APoor JerFemiah, His Gbody is Fbroken, ALying in the Falley where he Gfell. AHis head is racing Fhome, To the Ghill of CaliFfornia, APoor JeremiGah wAeed. AHe's got his Ffriends, GHe's got his devFices, AHe Fgot no need for yoGu. ANo need for sFympathy, GNo need for surFprises, APoor JeremGiah wAeed. AWell IE know, when it Gcomes to Dthose, AThe paint he laid Edown never Dfade, I Ehope JereGmiah Dknows, GThat's the way it Dgoes, GThe Son will find no Dshame upon hEim
**AND SO ON** -- CHORDS ARE STILL THE SAME Poor Jeremiah, Seven pockets stuffed with empty People walking everywhere, But no one says a word. He's tried killing time, But it won't sit still, Poor Jeremiah weed. Well I know, when it comes to those, The paint he laid down never fade, I hope Jeremiah knows, That's the way it goes, The Son will find no shame upon him. Poor Jeremiah All hail the Holy Roller A winner in the city Make you think you're in hell It's hard to believe He was laughing at you Poor Jeremiah weed Oh, poor Jeremiah weed. Oh poor Jeremiah weed. Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed (fades)