I Pity The Poor Immigrant Lyrics - John Wesley Harding - Bob Dylan

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 always left so alone 

That man whom with his fingers cheats 

And whom lies with every breath 

Who passionately hates his life 

And likewise fears his death 

I pity the poor immigrant 

Whose strength is spent in vain 

Whose heaven is like Ironsides 

Whose tears are like rain 

Related 

26 Best Breakup Songs Of All Time 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

Who eats but is not satisfied 

Who hears but does not see 

Who falls in love with wealth itself 

And turns his back on me 

I pity the poor immigrant 

Who tramples through the mud 

Who fills his mouth with laughing 

And who builds his town with blood 

Photos 

Whose visions in the final end 

Must shatter like the glass 

I pity the poor immigrant 

When his gladness comes to pass