Текст песни I Pity the Poor Immigrant - Taj Mahal
I
pity
the
poor
immigrant
Who
wishes
he
would've
stayed
home
Who
uses
all
his
power
to
do
evil
But
in
the
end
is
left
so
all
alone
That
man
whom
with
his
fingers
cheats
Oh,
and
whom
lies
with
every
breath
Who
passionately
hates
his
life
And
likewise
do
fears
his
death
Oh
I
do
pity
the
poor
immigrant
Whose
(?)
strength
is
spent
in
vain
Whose
heaven
is
like
Ironsides
Whose
tears
are
like
the
rain
Who
eats
but
is
not
satisfied
Who
hears
but
does
not
see
Who
falls
in
love
with
a
wealth
itself
And
turns
his
back
on
me
Oh
I
pity
the
poor
immigrant
Who
tramples
through
the
mud
Who
fills
his
mouth
with
a
laughing
And
who
builds
his
town
with
blood
Whose
visions
in
the
final
end
Must
shatter
just
like
the
glass
Oh
I
do
pity
the
poor
immigrant
When
his
gladness
comes
to
pass
I
pity
the
poor
immigrant
Who
wishes
he
would've
stayed
home
Who
uses
all
his
power
to
do
evil
But
in
the
end
is
left
so
all
alone
That
man
whom
with
his
fingers
cheats
Oh,
and
whom
lies
with
every
breath
Who
passionately
hates
his
life
And
likewise
fears
his
death

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