Аккорды Jim Croce - Which Way Are You Going?

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Which way are you goin', which side will you be on?
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Will you stand and watch while all the seeds of hate are sown?
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Will you stand with those who say "let his will be done"?
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One hand on the bible, one hand on the gun
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One hand on the bible, one hand on the gun

[Verse 2]
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Which way are you lookin', is it hard to see?
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Do you say what's wrong for him is not wrong for me
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You walk the streets of righteousness but you refuse to understand
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You say you love the baby then you crucify the man
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You say you love the baby then you crucify the man

[Bridge]
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Every day things are changin', words once honored turn to lies
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People wonderin', can you blame them
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It's too far to run and too late to hide

[Verse 3]
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So now you've turned your back on all the things that you used to preach
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Now it's let him live in freedom if he lives like me
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Well, your line has changed, confusion reigns, what have you become
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All your olive branches turned to spears
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When your flowers turned to guns
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Your olive branches turned to spears
          G                  D
When your flowers turned to guns