Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan       Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?    Don't never let a chicken get big enough to crow    Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?       Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?    Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?    Thank God there's a heaven and a ringing in my soul and my soul's got free    Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?       Well a hard-shell preacher you can tell him how he do    Well he chews his own tobacco and he drinks his own brew.       Well a Baptist preacher you can tell him by his coat    Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote       Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved    Well he has to be baptized every other day       Well the Holy Roller preacher he sure is a sight    Well he gets em all a-rolling and he kicks out the light       Well the Presbyterian preacher he lives in town    His neck's so stiff he can't hardly look around.