I Pity the Poor Immigrant Lyrics

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 who lies with every breath
Who pa*sionately 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

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

Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the gla*s
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pa*s

Bob Dylan - The Collection, Vol. 4: Nashville Skyline/New Morning/John Wesley Harding

Aug 2005

1. Girl from the North Country
2. Nashville Skyline Rag
3. To Be Alone with You
4. I Threw It All Away
5. Peggy Day
6. Lay Lady Lay
7. One More Night
8. Tell Me That It Isn't True
9. Country Pie
10. Tonight I'll Be Staying Here with You
11. If Not for You
12. Day of the Locusts
13. Time Passes Slowly
14. Went to See the Gypsy
15. Winterlude
16. If Dogs Run Free
17. New Morning
18. Sign on the Window
19. One More Weekend
20. Man in Me
21. Three Angels
22. Father of Night
23. John Wesley Harding
24. As I Went Out One Morning
25. I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
26. All Along the Watchtower
27. Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
28. Drifter's Escape
29. Dear Landlord
30. I Am a Lonesome Hobo
31. I Pity the Poor Immigrant
32. Wicked Messenger
33. Down Along the Cove
34. I'll Be Your Baby Tonight