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