Paroles Ballad Of The Carpenter de Phil Ochs

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Textes et Paroles de Ballad Of The Carpenter





Jesus was a working man
And a hero you will hear
Born in the town of Bethlehem
At the turning of the year
At the turning of the year

When Jesus was a little lad
Streets rang with his name
For he argued with the older men
And put them all to shame
He put them all to shame

He became a wandering journeyman
And traveled far and wide
And he noticed how wealth and poverty
Live always side by side
Live always side by side

So he said come all you working men
Farmers and weavers too
If you would only stand as one
This world belongs to you
This world belongs to you

When the rich men heard what the carpenter had done
To the roman troops they ran
Saying put this rebel Jesus down
He's a menace to god and man
He's a menace to god and man

The commander of the occupying troops
Just laughed and then he said
There's a cross to spare on Calvary's hill
By the weekend he'll be dead
By the weekend he'll be dead

Now Jesus walked among the poor
For the poor were his own kind
And they'd never let them get near enough
To take him from behind
To take him from behind

So they hired one of the traitor's trade
And an informer was he
And he sold his brother to the butcher's men
For a fistful of silver money
For a fistful of silver money

And Jesus sat in the prison cell
And they beat him and offered him bribes
To desert the cause of his fellow men
And work for the rich men's tribe
To work for the rich men's tribe

And the sweat stood out on Jesus' brow
And the blood was in his eye
When they nailed his body to the Roman cross
And they laughed as they watched him die
They laughed as they watched him die

Two thousand years have passed and gone
Many a hero too
But the dream of this poor carpenter
Remains in the hands of you
Remains in the hands of you


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