I Pity the Poor Immigrant Songtext
von Taj Mahal

Oh, I do pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would have stayed at home
Who uses all his powers to do evil
But in the end is left so all alone
That man who with his fingers cheats
Oh, and who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise do fear his death


Oh, I do pity the poor immigrant
Whose very strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is just like Ironsides
And whose tears are like the rain
Woman he eats, but he is not satisfied
He hears, but he just does not see
Oh, he falls in love with the wealth itself
Then he turns his back on me

Oh, I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with the laughing
And builds his town with the blood
Oh, whose visions in the final end
Must shatter just like the glass
Oh, I do pity the poor immigrant
When his sadness come to pass


Oh, I do pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would have stayed home
Who uses all his powers to do evil
But in the end is always left so all alone
That man who with his fingers cheats
And who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise fears his death