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2004-04-30 16:42:22 UTC
BLACK CROSS (HEZEKIAH JONES)
(Joseph S. Newman/Richard "Lord" Buckley/Bob Dylan)
There was a man called Hezekiah Jones once
And he never had much, 'cept a farm and some land
He ate what he raised.
Was in the cupboard, he kept there in the cupboard what he called for the
rainy season.
That was when he had something left over he'd spend it and he would buy
books
And he would read these books, kept 'em there in the cupboard.
The white folks around the county said
Well, he's harmless enough I suppose
The way I look at it though, he outta put goddam books !
Reading ain't no good for an ignorant nigger !
Reverend Green, the white man's preacher, came around that year
Knockin' on doors
He knocked on Hezekiah's door.
He said, "Hezekiah, do you believe in the Lord?"
Hezekiah says, "Well, I don't know, I never really SEEN the Lord,
I can't say's I do. Can't believe in nothin' you can't see..."
He says, "Hezekiah, you believe in the Church?"
Hezekiah says, "Well, the Church is divided, ain't they,
And... they can't make up their minds.
I'm just like them, you know, I can't make up mine either."
He says, "Hezekiah, you believe that if a man is good Heaven is his last
reward?"
Hezekiah says, "I'm good... I'm good...good as my neighbor."
"You don't believe in nothin'," said the white man's preacher,
"Oh yes, I do," says Hezekiah,
"I believe that a man should be beholding to his neighbor
Not for the reward of Heaven or fear of hellfire."
"But you don't understand," said the white man's preacher,
"There's a lot of good ways for a man to be wicked..."
Then they hung Hezekiah as high up as a pigeon.
White folks around said, "Well... he had it comin'
The son-of-a-bitch never had no religion!"
(Joseph S. Newman/Richard "Lord" Buckley/Bob Dylan)
There was a man called Hezekiah Jones once
And he never had much, 'cept a farm and some land
He ate what he raised.
Was in the cupboard, he kept there in the cupboard what he called for the
rainy season.
That was when he had something left over he'd spend it and he would buy
books
And he would read these books, kept 'em there in the cupboard.
The white folks around the county said
Well, he's harmless enough I suppose
The way I look at it though, he outta put goddam books !
Reading ain't no good for an ignorant nigger !
Reverend Green, the white man's preacher, came around that year
Knockin' on doors
He knocked on Hezekiah's door.
He said, "Hezekiah, do you believe in the Lord?"
Hezekiah says, "Well, I don't know, I never really SEEN the Lord,
I can't say's I do. Can't believe in nothin' you can't see..."
He says, "Hezekiah, you believe in the Church?"
Hezekiah says, "Well, the Church is divided, ain't they,
And... they can't make up their minds.
I'm just like them, you know, I can't make up mine either."
He says, "Hezekiah, you believe that if a man is good Heaven is his last
reward?"
Hezekiah says, "I'm good... I'm good...good as my neighbor."
"You don't believe in nothin'," said the white man's preacher,
"Oh yes, I do," says Hezekiah,
"I believe that a man should be beholding to his neighbor
Not for the reward of Heaven or fear of hellfire."
"But you don't understand," said the white man's preacher,
"There's a lot of good ways for a man to be wicked..."
Then they hung Hezekiah as high up as a pigeon.
White folks around said, "Well... he had it comin'
The son-of-a-bitch never had no religion!"