Tonart: C# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Jesus was a working man, a hero, you shall hear,
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Born in the slums of Bethlehem
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at the turning of the year
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Yes, the turning of the year
When Jesus was a little
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at the streets rang with his name
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For he argued with the older man
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and he put them all to shame
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Yes, he put them all to shame
His father, he apprenticed him
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A carpenter to be
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To plane and drill and work with skill
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In the town of Ga lilee
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Yes, the town of Galilee
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He became a roving
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journeyman,
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and he wandered far and wide,
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And he saw how wealth and poverty
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live always side by side,
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Yes, always side by side.
He said, come all you working men,
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you farmers and weavers too,
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If you will only organise,
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the world belongs to you.
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Yes, the world belongs to you.
So the fishermen sent two delegates,
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and the farmers and weavers too,
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And they formed a working
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committee of twelve
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To see the struggle through,
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yes, to see the struggle through
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When the rich men heard
what the carpenter had done
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To the Roman troops they ran
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he's a menace to God and man,
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yes, a menace to God and man.
The commander of the occupying troops,
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he laughed and then he said,
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There's a cross to spare
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on Cal vary Hill,
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by the weekend he'll be dead.
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Yes, by the weekend he'll be dead.
Now Jesus walked among the poor,
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for the poor were his own kind.
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And they wouldn't let the
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cops get near enough
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to take him from behind.
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Yes, to take him from behind
So they hired a man of the traitor's trade
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And a stool pigeon was he
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And he sold his brother to
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the butcher's men
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For a fistful of silver money
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A fistful of money
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Jesus lay in the prison cell
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and they beat him and offered him bribes to
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desert the cause of his own poor folk
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and work for the rich man's tribe,
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yes, work for the rich man's
The sweat stood out upon his brow,
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And the blood was in his eye,
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And they nailed his body
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to the Roman cross,
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And they laughed as they
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watched him die,
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Yes, they laughed as they
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Two thousand years have
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And many a hero too,
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And the dream of this poor carpenter
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At last it is coming true,
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Yes, at last it is coming true.
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