Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the landnHard working man and bravenHe said to the rich, Give your goods to the poor.nSo they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.nJesus was a man, a carpenter by handnHis followers true and bravenOne dirty little coward called Judas IscariotnHas laid Jesus Christ in his gravenHe went to the sick, he went to the poor,nAnd he went to the hungry and the lame;nSaid that the poor would one day win this world,nAnd so they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.nHe went to the preacher, he went to the sheriff,nTold them all the same;nSell all of your jewelry and give it to the Poor,nBut they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.nWhen Jesus came to town, the working folks around,nBelieved what he did say;nThe bankers and the preachers they nailed him on a cross,nAnd they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.nPoor working people, they follered him around,nSung and shouted gay;nCops and the soldiers, they nailed him in the air,nAnd they nailed Jesus Christ in his grave.nWell the people held their breath when they heard about his death,nAnd everybody wondered why;nIt was the landlord and the soldiers that he hired.nThat nailed Jesus Christ in the sky.nWhen the love of the poor shall one day turn to hate.nWhen the patience of the workers gives awaynWould be better for you rich if you never had been bornnSo they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.nThis song was written in New York CitynOf rich men, preachers and slavesnYes, if Jesus was to preach like he preached in Galillee,nThey would lay Jesus Christ in his grave.n