Judy Collins – Poor Immigrant (Guitar)

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I pity the poor immigrant

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Who wishes he would've stayed home

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Who uses all his power to do evil

           G                   C
And in the end is always left alone

     Am               Em
That man who with his fingers cheats

        F               C
And who lies with every breath

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Who passionately hates his life

    G                  C
And likewise fears his death

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I pity the poor immigrant

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Whose strength is spent in vain

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Whose heaven is like Ironsides

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Whose tears fall like rain

    Am               Em
Who eats, but is not satisfied

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Who hears, but does not see

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Who falls in love with wealth itself

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And turns his back on me

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I pity the poor immigrant

    G                    C
Who tramples through the mud

                         F
Who fills his mouth with laughing

        G                    C
And who builds his town with blood

      Am             Em
Whose visions in the final end

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Must shatter like the glass

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I pity the poor immigrant

         G                 C
When his gladness comes to pass