Hesikiah Jones 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., he’s harmless enough But the wan I see it He, uh, better put down them goddamn books Readin’ ain’t no good for an ignorant nigger One day, uh, the white man’s preacher came around Knockin’ on doors, knockin’ on all doors in the county He knocked on Hez’s door and He says: Hez., you believe in Lord? Hez. says: Well, I don’t know I’ve never really seen the Lord, I can’t say as I do... He says: Hez., you believe in the church? Hez. says: I’m just like them Well, the church is divided, ain’t they? They can’t make up their minds. I can’t make up mine either He said: Hez., You believe that if a man isn’t good That heaven is last reward? Hez. says: I’m good..., good as my neighbor You don’t believe in nothing! said the white man’s preacher You don’t 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 don’t understand! said the white man’s preacher There’s 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   alles-uke.de