With God on Our Side Bob Dylan
[A]Oh my name it ain't [D]no[C#m]thin'
My [E]age it means [A]less
The [E]country I [A]come from
Is [D]called the [A]Midwest
I's [E]taught and brought [A]up there
The [D]laws to [A]abide
And that the land that I [D]live [C#m]in
Has [E]God on its [A]side
Oh the [A]history books [D]tell [C#m]it
They [E]tell it so [A]well
The [E]cavalries [A]charged
The [D]Indians [A]fell
The [E]cavalries [A]charged
The [D]Indians [A]died
Oh the country was [D]yo[C#m]ung
With [E]God on its [A]side
The [A]Spanish-Am[D]eri[C#m]can
[E]War had its [A]day
And the [E]Civil War [A]too
Was [D]soon laid [A]away
And the [E]names of the [A]heroes
I's [D]made to memor[A]ize
With guns in their [D]ha[C#m]nds
And [E]God on their [A]side
The [A]First World [D]War, [C#m]boys
It [E]came and it [A]went
The [E]reason for [A]fighting
I [D]never did [A]get
But I [E]learned to a[A]ccept it
Ac[D]cept it with [A]pride
For you don't count the [D]dea[C#m]d
When [E]God's on your [A]side
The [A]Second World [D]Wa[C#m]r
[E]Came to an [A]end
We [E]forgave the [A]Germans
And [D]then we were [A]friends
Though they [E]murdered six [A]million
In the [D]ovens they [A]fried
The Germans now [D]to[C#m]o have
[E]God on their [A]side
I've [A]learned to hate the [D]Russ[C#m]ians
All [E]through my whole [A]life
If a[E]nother [A]war comes
It's [D]them we must [A]fight
To [E]hate them and [A]fear them
To [D]run and to [A]hide
And accept it all [D]brave[C#m]ly
With [E]God on my s[A]ide
But [A]now we got [D]wea[C#m]pons
Of [E]chemical [A]dust
If [E]fire them we're [A]forced to
Then [D]fire them we [A]must
One [E]push of the [A]button
And a [D]shot the world [A]wide
And you never ask [D]quest[C#m]ions
When [E]God's on your [A]side
Through [A]many dark [D]hou[C#m]rs
I've been [E]thinkin' about [A]this
That [E]Jesus [A]Christ
Was b[D]etrayed by a [A]kiss
But [E]I can't think [A]for you
You'll [D]have to [A]decide
Whether Judas Is[D]car[C#m]iot
Had [E]God on his [A]side
So [A]now as I'm [D]lea[C#m]vin'
I'm [E]weary as [A]Hell
The [E]confusion I'm [A]feelin'
Ain't [D]no tongue can [A]tell
The [E]words fill my [A]head
And then [D]fall to the [A]floor
That if God's on our [D]si[C#m]de
He'll [E]stop the next [A]war
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