Jeremiah Weed

A F G D A F G A F Poor Jeremiah, G D His body is broken, A F G Lying in the alley where he fell. A F His head is racing home, G D To the hill of California, G D A Poor Jeremiah Weed. A F He's got his friends, G D He's got his devices, A F G He got no need for you. A F No need for sympathy, G D No need for surprises, G D A Poor Jeremiah Weed. E G D Well I know, when it comes to those, A E D The paint he laid down never fade, E G D And I hope Jeremiah knows, G D That's the way it goes, G D E The Son will find no shame upon you A F Poor Jeremiah, G D Seven pockets stuffed with empty A F People walking everywhere, G But no one says a word. A F He's tried killing time, G D But it won't sit still, G D A Poor Jeremiah Weed. E G D Well I know, when it comes to those, A E D The paint he laid down never fade, E G D And I hope Jeremiah knows, G D That's the way it goes, G D E The Son will find no shame upon you A F Poor Jeremiah G D/F# All hail the Holy Roller A F A winner in the city G Make you think you're in hell A F It's hard to believe G D/F# That he was laughing at you G D/F# A Poor Jeremiah Weed G D/F# A Oh, poor Jeremiah Weed. G D/F# A Oh, poor Jeremiah Weed. G D A 2x G D A G D A Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah Weed G D A G D A Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah Weed G D A G D A Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah Weed G D A G D A Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah Weed (fade out)