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Jesus was a working man
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And a hero you will hear
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Born in the town of Bethlehem
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At the turning of the year
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At the turning of the year
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When Jesus was a little lad
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Streets rang with his name
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For he argued with the older men
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And put them all to shame
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He put them all to shame
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He became a wandering journeyman
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And he traveled far and wide
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And he noticed how wealth and poverty
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Live always side by side
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Live always side by side
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So he said "Come you working men
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Farmers and weavers too
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If you would only stand as one
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This world belongs to you
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This world belongs to you"
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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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Saying put this rebel Jesus down
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He's a menace to God and man
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He's a menace to God and man
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The commander of the occupying troops
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Just laughed and then he said
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"There's a cross to spare on Calvaries hill
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By the weekend he'll be dead
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By the weekend he'll be dead"
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Now Jesus walked among the poor
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For the poor were his own kind
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And they'd never let them get near enough
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To take him from behind
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To take him from behind
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So they hired one of the traders trade
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And an informer was he
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And he sold his brother to the butchers men
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For a fistful of silver money
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For a fistful of silver money
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And Jesus sat in the prison cell
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And they beat him and offered him bribes
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To desert the cause of his fellow man
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And work for the rich men's tribe,
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To work for the rich men's tribe
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And the sweat stood out on Jesus' brow
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And the blood was in his eye
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When they nailed his body to the Roman cross
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And they laughed as they watched him die
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They laughed as they watched him die
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Two thousand years have passed and gone
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Many a hero too
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But the dream of this poor carpenter
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Remains in the hands of you
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Remains in the hands of you
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The Ballad Of The Carpenter
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| Phil Ochs |
