Jesus Christ
Woody GuthrieLa versione degli U2 | |
JESUS CHRIST Jesus Christ was a man that traveled through the land A carpenter true and brave He said to the rich give your goods to the poor And they laid Jesus Christ in the grave He went to the sick and he went to the poor And he went to the hungry and the lame And he said that the meek would inherit the whole world And they laid Jesus Christ in the grave One day Jesus stopped at a rich man’s door What must I do to be saved Take all you own and give it to the poor And they laid Jesus Christ in the grave When the love of the poor shall one day turn to hate When the patience of the workers give away Would be better for the rich if they never been born So they laid Jesus Christ in the grave When Jesus came to town all the working folks around Believed what he did say But bankers and preachers nailed him to the cross And they laid Jesus Christ in the grave Well the people held their breath when they heard about his death And everybody wondered why Was the landlord and soldiers lawmen there had hired That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky We would lay Jesus Christ in the grave Lord Lord We would lay Jesus Christ in the grave And if Jesus preached today like he preached in Galilee We would lay Jesus Christ in his grave | One, two, three, four Well, Jesus was a man who traveled through the land A hard-working man and brave Well, he said to the rich, "Give your money to the poor" Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave Well, He went to the preacher, He went to them all He told them all the same He said, "Sell all your jewelry and give it to the poor" Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave When Jesus came to town, all the working fools around Believed what he did say Well, the bankers and the preachers, they nailed him on a cross And they laid Jesus Christ in His grave And fair-working people, they followed him around The sung and shouted the day Well, the cops and the soldiers, they nailed him in the air And they laid Jesus Christ in His grave Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave Well, this song was written in New York city A rich man, a preacher, and a slave Well, if Jesus was to preach what he preached at Galilee They would lay Jesus Christ in His Grave One, two, three, four! Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Halle, hallelujah Well, they laid Jesus Christ in His grave |