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.