[Verse 1]
Poor Jeremiah
His body is broken
Lying in the alley where he fell
His head is racing home
To the hill of California
Poor, Jeremiah Weed

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
Well, I know, when it comes to blows
The pain he laid down never fade
And I hope Jeremiah knows
That's the way it goes
The son will find no shame upon you

[Verse 2]
Poor Jeremiah
Seven pockets stuffed with empty
People walking everywhere
No one says a word
He's tried killing time, but it won't sit still
Poor, Jeremiah Weed
[Chorus]
Well, I know, when it comes to blows
The pain he laid down never fade
And I hope Jeremiah knows
That's the way it goes
The son will find no shame upon you

[Bridge]
Poor Jeremiah
All hail the Holy Roller
A winner in the city
Make you think you're in hell
It's hard to believe
That he was laughing at you
Poor, Jeremiah Weed
Oh, oh, poor, Jeremiah Weed
Oh, oh, poor, Jeremiah Weed

[Chorus]
Poor Jeremiah
Poor Jeremiah
Poor, Jeremiah Weed
Poor Jeremiah
Poor Jeremiah
Poor, Jeremiah Weed
Poor Jeremiah
Poor Jeremiah
Poor, Jeremiah Weed
Poor Jeremiah
Poor Jeremiah
Poor, Jeremiah Weed
Poor Jeremiah
Poor Jeremiah
Poor, Jeremiah Weed