Poor Jeremiah,im **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 (azchords.com)