Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ was a man
Who traveled through the land
A hard working man and brave
He said to the rich,
"Give your goods to the poor."
But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot
Has laid Jesus Christ in his grave
He went to the preacher,
He went to the sheriff,
Told them all the same;
Sell all of your jewelry
And give it to the Poor,
But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
When Jesus came to town,
All the working folks around,
Believed what he did say;
The bankers and the preachers
They nailed him on a cross,
And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
The poor working people,
They followed him around,
They sung and shouted gay;
Cops and the soldiers,
They nailed him in the air,
And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Well the people held their breath
When they heard about his death,
And everybody wondered why;
It was the landlord
And the soldiers that he hired.
That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky.
This song was written in New York City
Of rich men, preachers and slaves
But if Jesus was to preach
Like he preached in Galillee,
They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave.
Who traveled through the land
A hard working man and brave
He said to the rich,
"Give your goods to the poor."
But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot
Has laid Jesus Christ in his grave
He went to the preacher,
He went to the sheriff,
Told them all the same;
Sell all of your jewelry
And give it to the Poor,
But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
When Jesus came to town,
All the working folks around,
Believed what he did say;
The bankers and the preachers
They nailed him on a cross,
And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
The poor working people,
They followed him around,
They sung and shouted gay;
Cops and the soldiers,
They nailed him in the air,
And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Well the people held their breath
When they heard about his death,
And everybody wondered why;
It was the landlord
And the soldiers that he hired.
That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky.
This song was written in New York City
Of rich men, preachers and slaves
But if Jesus was to preach
Like he preached in Galillee,
They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave.
Credits
Writer(s): Woody Guthrie
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