Bob Dylan – I Pity The Poor Immigrant (Ukulele)

C                      G
I pity the poor immigrant

                               C
Who wishes he would've stayed home,

C                              G
Who uses all his power to do evil

                                     C
But in the end is always left so alone.

G                               Dm
That man whom with his fingers cheats

G                      C
And who lies with ev'ry breath,

C                           G
Who passionately hates his life

G                          C
And likewise, fears his death.

C                 G
I pity the poor immigrant

                              C
Whose strength is spent in vain,

C                      G
Whose heaven is like Ironsides,

                       C
Whose tears are like rain,

G                      Dm
Who eats but is not satisfied,

G                        C
Who hears but does not see,

             G
Who falls in love with wealth itself

                      C
And turns his back on me.

C                  G
I pity the poor immigrant

                           C
Who tramples through the mud,

                           G
Who fills his mouth with laughing

                               C
And who builds his town with blood,

G                           Dm
Whose visions in the final end

G                        C
Must shatter like the glass.

C                  G
I pity the poor immigrant

                            C
When his gladness comes to pass.