Ballad Of The Carpenter chords and lyrics - EWAN MACCOLL

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