EVE OF DESTRUCTION
                               Barry McGuire
    D             G       A7       
The Eastern world it is explodin',
D                    G       A7
violence flarin' and bullets loadin',
       D                   G           A7
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin', 
    D                           G                      A7
You don't believe in war, but's what's that gun you're totin'?
    D                         G      A7
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

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        D        G        A7       D             Bm
But you tell me, over and over and over again my friend,
        G                   A7               D         G     A
Ah, you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction.


D                             G         A     
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?  
D                                G         A
Can't you feel the fear that I'm feelin' today?
       D                           G        A
If the button is pushed there's no running away, 
            D                       G          A
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave.
       D                         G                  A
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you boy,

Chorus


   D                     G        A7      
My blood's so mad feels like coagulatin', 
D                G          A
I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'
    D                        G            A      
You can't twist the truth it knows no regulation, 
      D                         G         A
and a handful of Senators don't pass legislation.
D                   G         D             D                G      D
Marches alone can't bring integration, when human respect is disintegratin'.
D                         G            A
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'.

Chorus

D                           G         A7    
Think of all the hate there is in Red China, 
     D                     G         A
then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
D                      G            A      
You may leave here for four days in space, 
    D                         G        A
But when you return, it's the same old place.
    D                   G            A     
The pounding drums, the pride and disgrace, 
        D                         G       A  
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
D                                 G               A
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace.

Chorus