Chords for Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger - Ballad of the Carpenter (1960)

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