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| There's | trouble a | ll a | round the worl | d |
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| Well, it | looks that way | to | me |
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| People don't | know | what to do |
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| They don't | know where they | should | be |
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| But just o | ne question | still remains |
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| To | which we must | res | pond |
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| Two roads | lead from | where we are |
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| Which side are you | on |
| CHORUS: |
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| (Which side) are | you | on, | boys |
| F# | Bm | |
| Which side are you | on |
| A | D | F#m | |
| Which side are | you | on, | boys |
| F# | Bm | A | G | A | Bm | A | G | A | Bm | |
| Which side are you | on |
| Moses crossed the desert |
| With a band of weary men |
| For forty years they wandered through |
| The hot and burning sand |
| And Moses went and prayed alone |
| The weary vagabond |
| And lightning wrote these words in stone |
| Which side are you on |
| CHORUS |
| Jesus stumbling through the streets |
| On the road to Calvary |
| Nailed high to testify |
| With other local thieves |
| And as they hung there dying |
| One asked what lay beyond |
| That all depends the master said |
| Which side are you on |
| CHORUS |
| Some men work for little things |
| And some men work for more |
| Some men work for anything |
| And some don't work at all |
| And me mysef I'm satisfied |
| To sing for God's own son |
| And ask you what I ask myself |
| Which side are you on |