I [G] pity the poor [C] immigrant who [D7] wishes he would have stayed [G] home
Who uses [G] all his power to do [C] evil but in the [D7] end is always left so [G] alone
That [Em] man whom with his [Bm] fingers cheats, who [C] lies with every [G] breath
Who [G] passionately [C] hates his life and [D7] likewise fears his [G] 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