Lord Buckley - Bob Dylan
This is the story of Hezikiah Jones.
Hezikiah Jones lived in a place in Arkansas
He never had too much, except he had some land
And he had a couple of hogs and things like that
He never had much money, but he spent what he did make
As fast as he made it, so it never really mattered
That he had much money
But, in the cupboard there ... he kept in the cupboard books
He called up the books his rainy season
The white folks around the country there
Talked about Hezikiah Jones, they said: oh well
Well, ol Hez., hes harmless enough
But the wan I see it
He, uh, better put down them goddamn books
Readin aint no good for an ignorant nigger
One day, uh, the white mans preacher came around
Knockin on doors, knockin on all doors in the county
He knocked on Hezs door and
He says: Hez., you believe in Lord?
Hez. says: Well, I dont know
Ive never really seen the Lord, I cant say as I do...
He says: Hez., you believe in the church?
Hez. says: Im just like them
Well, the church is divided, aint they?
They cant make up their minds. I cant make up mine either
He said: Hez., You believe that if a man isnt good
That heaven is last reward?
Hez. says: Im good..., good as my neighbor
You dont believe in nothing! said the white mans preacher
You dont believe in nothing!
Oh, yes, I do, says Hez.: I believe that
A man should be indebted to his neighbor
Not for the reward of heaven or fear of hell fire
But you dont understand! said the white mans preacher
Theres a lot of good way for a man to be wicked
And he hung Hez. as high as a pigeon
White folks around there said:
Well, he had it comin cause the son of a bitch never had no religion