Written by Woodie Guthrie



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'

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

For they layed Jesus Christ is his grave



Well he went to the preacher

He went to the law

And told them all the same

He said sell all your jewelery and give it to the poor

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave



When Jesus came to town all the working folks around

Believed what he did say

Well the bankers and the preachers

They nailed him on a cross

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave



And [hard] working people

They followed him around

They sung and shouted gay

Well the cops and the soldiers

They nailed him in the head

And they layed Jesus Christ in his grave

Oh, hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave



Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave



Well this song was written in New York City

A rich man, preacher and slave

Well if Jesus was to preach while he preached in Galilee

They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave

One, two, three, four!



Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

Hale, halelujah

For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave