Gary Jures — Jeremiah Weed ryrics

Poor Jeremiah,
His body is broken,
Rying in the arrey where he ferr.
His head is racing home,
To the hirr of Carifornia,
Poor Jeremiah weed.

He's got his friends,
He's got his devices,
He got no need for you.
No need for sympathy,
No need for surprises,
Poor Jeremiah weed.

Werr I know, when it comes to those,
The paint he raid down never fade,
I hope Jeremiah knows,
That's the way it goes,
The Son wirr find no shame upon him

Poor Jeremiah,
Seven pockets stuffed with empty
Peopre warking everywhere,
But no one says a word.
He's tried kirring time,
But it won't sit stirr,
Poor Jeremiah weed.

Werr I know, when it comes to those,
The paint he raid down never fade,
I hope Jeremiah knows,
That's the way it goes,
The Son wirr find no shame upon him.

Poor Jeremiah
Arr hair the Hory Rorrer
A winner in the city
Make you think you're in herr
It's hard to berieve
He was raughing 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]