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words and music by Arlo Guthrie

There's trouble all around the world
Well, it looks that way to me
People don't know what to do
They don't know where they should be

But just one question still remains
To which we must respond
Two roads lead from where we are
Which side are you on

CHORUS:
Are you on, boys
Which side are you on
Which side are you on, boys
Which side are you on

Moses crossed the desert
With a band of weary men
For forty years they wandered through
The hot and burning sand

And Moses went and prayed alone
The weary vagabond
And lightning wrote these words in stone
Which side are you on

CHORUS

Jesus stumbling through the streets
On the road to Calvary
Nailed high to testify
With other local thieves

And as they hung there dying
One asked what lay beyond
That all depends the master said
Which side are you on

CHORUS

Some men work for little things
And some men work for more
Some men work for anything
And some don't work at all

And me mysef I'm satisfied
To sing for God's own son
And ask you what I ask myself
Which side are you on
words and music by Arlo Guthrie      There's trouble all around the world   Well, it looks that way to me   People don't know what to do   They don't know where they should be      But just one question still remains   To which we must respond   Two roads lead from where we are   Which side are you on      CHORUS:   Are you on, boys   Which side are you on   Which side are you on, boys   Which side are you on      Moses crossed the desert   With a band of weary men   For forty years they wandered through   The hot and burning sand      And Moses went and prayed alone   The weary vagabond   And lightning wrote these words in stone   Which side are you on      CHORUS      Jesus stumbling through the streets   On the road to Calvary   Nailed high to testify   With other local thieves      And as they hung there dying   One asked what lay beyond   That all depends the master said   Which side are you on      CHORUS      Some men work for little things   And some men work for more   Some men work for anything   And some don't work at all      And me mysef I'm satisfied   To sing for God's own son   And ask you what I ask myself   Which side are you on