"There was a man called Hezeklah Jones once. He never had much, just a farm & some land. He ate what he raised. But in the cubbard, in the cubbard he kept there what he called for the rainy season. He'd buy books, & he'd read these books he kept in the cubbard. Folks around town said..."Well he's harmless I suppose. But the way I figure it he'd better put down them Goddamn books, readin' ain't good for an ignorant nigger!"
The white mans preacher would come around knockin' on doors, he knocked on Hezeklah's door. He said,"Hezeklah, DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE LORD"? Hezeklah said,"Well I never seen the Lord, Ya can't believe in nothin' you can't see."
The preacher said,"Hezeklah, DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE CHURCH?"
Hezeklah said,"Well Church is devided ain't they...? If they can't make up their mind...I'm just like them I can't make up mine neither."
The preacher said, Hezeklah, DO YOU BELIEVE IF A MAN IS GOOD HEAVEN IS HIS LAST REWARD??"
Hezeklah said,"I'm good, I'm good, I'm as good as my neighbor."
"YOU DON"T BELIEVE IN NOTHIN'", said the white man's preacher!!
"Oh... Oh yes I do", said Hezeklah..."I believe, that a man, should be, beholdin' to his neighbor. Not for the reward of the Heavens or the fear of the Hell fire."
"BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND", said the white man's preacher,"THERE'S A LOT OF GOOD WAYS FOR A MAN TO BE WICKED!!!"....And they hung Hezeklah...as high as a pegion.
Folks around town said..."Well he had it comin'...The son of a bitch never had no religion!!"
I don't know how many people have heard this Dylan song, but everytime I hear it it sends chills down my spine. I thought it seemed appropriate. And now that I'm late for work....
Keith