Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan



Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?

Don't never let a chicken get big enough to crow

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?



Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?

Thank God there's a heaven and a ringing in my soul and my soul's got free

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?



Well a hard-shell preacher you can tell him how he do

Well he chews his own tobacco and he drinks his own brew.



Well a Baptist preacher you can tell him by his coat

Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote



Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved

Well he has to be baptized every other day



Well the Holy Roller preacher he sure is a sight

Well he gets em all a-rolling and he kicks out the light



Well the Presbyterian preacher he lives in town

His neck's so stiff he can't hardly look around.