I Pity the Poor Immigrant-Bob Dylan

[00:00.96]music [00:23.02]I pity the poor immigrant [00:31.87]Who wishes he would've stayed home, [00:36.83]Who uses all his power to do evil [00:41.98]But in the end is always left so alone. [00:50.93]That man whom with his fingers cheats [00:56.12]And who lies with ev'ry breath, [01:06.48]Who passionately hates his life [01:10.76]And likewise, fears his death. [01:16.19]music [01:28.09]I pity the poor immigrant [01:33.35]Whose strength is spent in vain, [01:41.66]Whose heaven is like ironsides, [01:47.36]Whose tears are like rain, [01:55.83]Who eats but is not satisfied, [02:01.25]Who hears but does not see, [02:09.74]Who falls in love with wealth itself [02:15.28]And turns his back on me. [02:20.35]music [02:32.70]I pity the poor immigrant [02:40.99]Who tramples through the mud, [02:46.15]Who fills his mouth with laughing [02:50.57]And who builds his town with blood, [03:00.14]Whose visions in the final end [03:05.54]Must shatter like the glass. [03:14.17]I pity the poor immigrant [03:19.35]When his gladness comes to pass. [03:24.81]music