Lyrics:
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Original words:
Well, I got a home on the other shore.
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
I know I’ll live there forever more.
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Chorus
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Thank God, get to Heaven with a ringin' and my soul starts singin',
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Now sister Mary, she wears a golden chain.
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
And on each link is a-Jesus' name.
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Well, old Satan wears a hypocrite's shoes.
If you don't watch out he's gonna step on you.
Well the Methodist preacher is a mighty fine man.
He's showin' us the way to the Promised Land.
Well the Baptist preacher is a mighty fine preacher.
A bible speaker is a natural born teacher.
Version 2:
Now the Methodist preacher, you can tell him where he goes.
Don't you hear Jerusalem mourn?
Don't never let a chicken get old enough to crow.
Don't you hear Jerusalem mourn?
Chorus
Don't you hear Jerusalem mourn?
Don't you hear Jerusalem mourn?
Thank God that the heavens am a-ringin' in my soul and my soul's set free
Don't you hear Jerusalem mourn?
Now the Baptist preacher, you can tell him by his coat.
Got a bottle in the pocket that he couldn't hardly tote.
Now the Campellite preacher, so they say,
Well, he got to be baptized every other day.
Presbyterian preacher don't never take the blues.
He chews his own tobacco and he drinks his own booze.
Now the Hardshell preacher, well, he kneels uptown.
His neck's so stiff can't hardly look around.
Now the Holy Roller preacher, well, he sure am a sight.
Let me tell you how he get 'em all a-rollin' and he kick out the light.
Unitarian preacher, don't never bend your ear,
But I bet he'd like a tune like this one here.
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