Well Jesus was a man who traveled through the land
A hard working man and brave.
Well, he said to the rich 'give your goods 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 jewelery 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
Well 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
By a rich man, a preacher, and a slave
Well if Jesus was to preach what he preached at Gallile
They would lay 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