Immigrant   





 [1]  - Coming from where he did 

He was turned away from every door like Joseph 

To even the toughest among us 

That would be too much 

 

He didn't know what it was to be black 

'Till they gave him his change 

But didn't want to touch his hand 

To even the toughest among us 

That would be too much 

 

 [2]  - Isn't it just enough 

How hard it is to live 

Isn't it hard enough 

Just to make it through a day 

 

The secret of their fear and their suspicion 

Standing there looking like an angel 

In his brown shoes, his short suit 

His white shirt and his cuffs a little frayed 

 

Coming from where he did 

He was such a dignified child 

To even the toughest among us 

That would be too much 

 

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