| D | G | |
| the eastern world | it is exploding |
| D | G | |
| Violence flaring | bullets flowing |
| D | G | |
| your old enough to kill | but not for voting |
| D | G | |
| even the Jordan River | has body's floating but ya |
| D | G | A | D | B | |
| tell me | over and | over and | over again my | friend |
| G | A | D | G | A | |
| you don't believe | were on the eve of | destruction |
| D | G | |
| Don't ya understand what | I'm trying to say |
| D | G | |
| And can't you feel the fears that I'm | feeling today |
| D | G | |
| If the button is pushed | there's no running away |
| D | G | |
| There'll be no one to save with the | world in a grave |
| D | G | |
| Take a look around ya boy | it's bound to scare you boy and ya |
| D | G | A | D | B | |
| tell me | over and | over and | over again my | friend |
| G | A | D | G | A | |
| you don't believe | were on the eve of | destruction |
| D | G | |
| If you think of all the hate that is | in red china |
| D | G | |
| Then take a look around to | Selma, Alabama |
| D | G | |
| You live here but | more days in space |
| D | G | |
| But when you return it's the | same old place |
| D | G | |
| The pounding of the drum the | pride and disgrace |
| D | G | |
| You can bury your dead but | don't leave a trace |
| D | G | |
| Hate your next door neighbor but | don't forget to say grace and |
| D | G | A | D | B | |
| tell me | over and | over and | over and over | again my friend |
| G | A | D | |
| you don't believe | were on the eve of | destruction oh no no no no |
| G | A | D | G | A | |
| you don't believe were on t | he eve of | destruction |
| D |
| There it is a great byrds song for you all to enjoy |