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G C D7 G I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home G C D7 G Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone Em Bm C G That man whom with his fingers cheats, who lies with every breath G C D7 G Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death G C D7 G I pity the poor immigrant who tramples thru the mud G C D7 G Who fills his mouth with laughing & who builds his town with blood Em Bm C G Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see G C D7 G Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me G C D7 G I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain G C D7 G Whose heaven is like ironsides, whose tears are like rain Em Bm C G Whose visions in the final end, must shatter like the glass G C D7 G I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass