Werbung entfernenA FPoor Jeremiah,
G FHis body is broken,
A F GLying in the alley where he fell.
A FHis head is racing home,
G FTo the hill of California,
A G APoor Jeremiah weed.
A FHe's got his friends,
G FHe's got his devices,
A F GHe got no need for you.
A FNo need for sympathy,
G FNo need for surprises,
A G APoor Jeremiah weed.
A E G DWell I know, when it comes to those,
A E DThe paint he laid down never fade,
E G DI hope Jeremiah knows,
G DThat's the way it goes,
G D EThe Son will find no shame upon him
AND SO ON** -- CHORDS ARE STILL THE SAME
Poor Jeremiah,
Seven pockets stuffed with empty
People walking everywhere,
But no one says a word.
He's tried killing time,
But it won't sit still,
Poor Jeremiah weed.
Well I know, when it comes to those,
The paint he laid down never fade,
I hope Jeremiah knows,
That's the way it goes,
The Son will find no shame upon him.
Poor Jeremiah
All hail the Holy Roller
A winner in the city
Make you think you're in hell
It's hard to believe
He was laughing at you
Poor Jeremiah weed
Oh, poor Jeremiah weed.
Oh poor Jeremiah weed.
Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
(fades)
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