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.