Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan

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.