Jeremiah Weed Gary Jules
[A]Poor Jer[F]emiah,
His [G]body is [F]broken,
[A]Lying in the [F]alley where he [G]fell.
[A]His head is racing [F]home,
To the [G]hill of Cali[F]fornia,
[A]Poor Jeremi[G]ah w[A]eed.
[A]He's got his [F]friends,
[G]He's got his dev[F]ices,
[A]He [F]got no need for yo[G]u.
[A]No need for s[F]ympathy,
[G]No need for sur[F]prises,
[A]Poor Jerem[G]iah w[A]eed.
[A]Well I[E] know, when it [G]comes to [D]those,
[A]The paint he laid [E]down never [D]fade,
I [E]hope Jere[G]miah [D]knows,
[G]That's the way it [D]goes,
[G]The Son will find no [D]shame upon h[E]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
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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