Gary Jules Jeremiah Weed Lyrics

Jeremiah Weed Lyrics

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.



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.



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,

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)