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Which Way Are You Going Tab

by Jim Croce


                                                       
             Which way are you goin,which side will you be on?
                                                        
    Will you stand a watch while all the seeds of hate are sown?
                                                          
        Will you stand with those who say "let his will be done"?
                                                    
                One hand on the bible one hand on the gun
                                                    
                One hand on the bible one hand on the gun
                
                                                    
                Which way are you lookin is it hard to see?
                                                       
              Do you say whats wrong for him isnt wrong for me
                                                             
       You walk the streets of righteousness but refuse to understand
                                                         
              You say you love the baby then you crucify the man
                                                        
              You say you love the baby then you crucify the man

                                                          
       Everyday things are changin words once honored turned to lies
                                  
                   People wonderin can you blame them 
                                                
                   Its too far to run too late to hide
                                                         
     So now you've turned your back on the things you used to preach
                                                       
           Now its let him live in freedom if he lives like me
                                                                  
       Well you line has changed confusion reigns what've you become
                                          
                 Oh your olive branch has turned to spears
                                                 
                     When your flowers turned to guns

                                           
                 Oh your olive branch has turned to spears
                                                 
                     When your flowers turned to guns