Jesus Christ was a man that traveled through the land,
carpenter true and brave.
But that dirty little coward named Judas Iscariot,
he laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
One day Jesus knocked on a rich man's door.
What must I do to be saved?
Sell all your goods and give it to the poor.
So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand,
carpenter true and brave.
But that dirty little coward named Judas Iscariot,
he laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
People of the land took Jesus by the hand,
followed him far and wide,
said to the rich that the poor would win the world.
So they killed Jesus Christ on the sly.
When the love of the poor shall someday turn to hate,
and the patience of the workers gives away,
it would be better for you rich if you'd never been born.
So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
This song was written in New York City of carpenters,
preachers,
and slaves.
If Jesus preached today what he preached in Galilee,
they would lay Jesus Christ in his grave.
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand,
carpenter true and brave.
But that dirty little coward named Judas Iscariot,
he laid Jesus Christ in his grave.