Which Way Are You Goin'
Jim Croce

Jim Croce
The Faces I've Been
1975

I had a request for this, so here it is.  It was fairly easy.  It
wasn't released until 2 years after his death.  Hope you like it!

INTRO:

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D                 F#m   G                         D
Which way are you goin' which side will you be on
                   F#m                 G                 D
Will you stand and watch while all the seeds of hate are sown
Bm                     G            D                 Bm   A
   Will you stand with those who say "let His will be done"
D               F#m   G                   D
One hand on the Bible one hand on the gun
                F#m   G                   D
One hand on the Bible one hand on the gun

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Which way are you lookin' is it hard to see
Do you say what's wrong for him is not wrong for me
You walk the streets of righteousness but you 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


Bm                            F#m                Bm   A  D
Every day things are changin' words once honored turn to lies
Bm               D
People wonderin' can you blame them
     Bm                 E           A
It's too far to run and too late to hide


So now you've turned your back on all the things that you used to preach
Now it's let him live in freedom if he lives like me
Well your line has changed confusion reigns what have you become
All your olive branches turn to spears when your flowers turn to guns
All your olive branches turn to spears when your flowers turn to guns

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