Eve Of Destruction:Barry McGuire.
#1 in '65. Probably the best protest song
of the '60's.

#1.
D                  G       A
The eastern world, it is explodin',
D                   G       A
Violence flares and bullets loading.
       D                   G           A
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin',
    D                         G                      A
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
    D                         G      A
And even the Jordan River has bodies floating...

CHORUS:
A       D        G        A        D              Bm
But you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,
          G                   A                D
aaah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
#2.
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 feeling 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:

#3.
D                        G         A
My blood's so mad, feels like coagulating.
    D                      G     A
And I'm sitting here, just contemplating.
  D                          G          A
I can't change the truth, it has no regulation.
  D                         G         A
A handful of senators can't pass legislation.
    D                   G          A
And marches alone can't bring integration,
     D                G      A
when human respect is disintegrating.
     D                   G            A
This whole damn world is just too frustrating...

CHORUS:

#4.
D                           G         A
Think of all the hate there is in Red China.
     D                     G         A
Then take a look around at 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 damned place.
    D                          G            A
The pounding of the 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:
ADD:
D         G                   A                D
Yeah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
D           G                   A                D
No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.


A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.