Chords for Bob Dylan - I Pity The Poor Immigrant (Take 4) (Official Audio)
Tempo:
126.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
I [G] pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who wishes he would have stayed [D] home, who [G] gives his all in power
to [A] do evil, [G] and yet lives always left [D] so alone.
[Bm] That man whom with [F#m] his fingers cheeks and [G] whom lies with [D] every breath, [G] who passionately
[A] hates his life [G] and likewise fears [D] his death.
[G]
[A] [D]
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] whose strength is spent [D] in vain, [G] whose heaven is [A] like iron
sacks, [G] whose tears are [D] like rain,
[Bm]
and weeps but [F#m] is not satisfied, [G] who hears but does not
[D] see, [G] who falls in love [A] with wealth itself [G] and turns his back [D] on me.
[G]
[A] [G]
[D]
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who tramples through [D] the mud, [G] who fills his mouth [A] with laughing,
[G] who fills his tongue [D] with blood,
[Bm] whose visions in [F#m] the final end [G] must shatter like the [D] glass.
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant when [G] his gladness comes [D] to pass.
[A]
[G] [A]
[G]
[D]
I [G] pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who wishes he would have stayed [D] home, who [G] gives his all in power
to [A] do evil, [G] and yet lives always left [D] so alone.
[Bm] That man whom with [F#m] his fingers cheeks and [G] whom lies with [D] every breath, [G] who passionately
[A] hates his life [G] and likewise fears [D] his death.
[G]
[A] [D]
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] whose strength is spent [D] in vain, [G] whose heaven is [A] like iron
sacks, [G] whose tears are [D] like rain,
[Bm]
and weeps but [F#m] is not satisfied, [G] who hears but does not
[D] see, [G] who falls in love [A] with wealth itself [G] and turns his back [D] on me.
[G]
[A] [G]
[D]
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who tramples through [D] the mud, [G] who fills his mouth [A] with laughing,
[G] who fills his tongue [D] with blood,
[Bm] whose visions in [F#m] the final end [G] must shatter like the [D] glass.
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant when [G] his gladness comes [D] to pass.
[A]
[G] [A]
[G]
[D]
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I [G] pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who wishes he would have stayed [D] home, _ _ _ _ who [G] gives his all in power
to [A] do evil, [G] and yet lives always left [D] so alone. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] That man whom with [F#m] his fingers cheeks and [G] whom lies with [D] every breath, _ _ _ _ _
[G] who _ passionately
[A] hates his life [G] and likewise fears [D] his death. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] whose strength is spent [D] in vain, _ _ _ _ _ [G] whose heaven is [A] like iron
sacks, [G] whose tears are [D] like rain, _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _
and weeps but [F#m] is not satisfied, [G] who hears but does not
[D] see, _ _ _ _ _
[G] who falls in love [A] with wealth itself [G] and turns his back [D] on me. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who tramples through [D] the _ mud, _ _ _ [G] who fills his mouth [A] with laughing,
[G] who fills his tongue [D] with _ _ blood, _
_ _ [Bm] whose visions in [F#m] the final end [G] must shatter like the [D] _ glass. _
_ _ _ [G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant when [G] his gladness comes [D] to pass.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I [G] pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who wishes he would have stayed [D] home, _ _ _ _ who [G] gives his all in power
to [A] do evil, [G] and yet lives always left [D] so alone. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] That man whom with [F#m] his fingers cheeks and [G] whom lies with [D] every breath, _ _ _ _ _
[G] who _ passionately
[A] hates his life [G] and likewise fears [D] his death. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] whose strength is spent [D] in vain, _ _ _ _ _ [G] whose heaven is [A] like iron
sacks, [G] whose tears are [D] like rain, _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _
and weeps but [F#m] is not satisfied, [G] who hears but does not
[D] see, _ _ _ _ _
[G] who falls in love [A] with wealth itself [G] and turns his back [D] on me. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant [G] who tramples through [D] the _ mud, _ _ _ [G] who fills his mouth [A] with laughing,
[G] who fills his tongue [D] with _ _ blood, _
_ _ [Bm] whose visions in [F#m] the final end [G] must shatter like the [D] _ glass. _
_ _ _ [G] I pity the [A] poor immigrant when [G] his gladness comes [D] to pass.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _