JOAN BAEZ


I Pity The Poor Immigrant Lyrics

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil and in the end is always left so alone
That man who with his fingers cheats, who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like ironsides, whose tears are like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me

I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing and who fills his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end must shatter like the glass
I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass

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Songwriter(s): Bob Dylan
Publisher(s): Dwarf Music
Record Label(s): 2005 Vanguard Records, A Welk Music Group Company All Rights Reserved Unauthorized Reproduction is a Violation of Applicable Laws
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