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 j**elery 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