Dm ............ Am .... Dm
It was on a Friday morning
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That they took me from the cell

And I saw they had a carpenter
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To crucify as well.

You can blame it on to Pilate,
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You can blame it on the Jews
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You can blame it on the Devil.
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It’s God I accuse.

“It’s God they ought to crucify
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Instead of you and me,”
... Dm
I said to the carpenter,
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A-hanging on the tree.

You can blame it on to Adam,
You can blame it on to Eve.
You can blame it on the apple,
But that I can't believe.
It was God that made the Devil
And the woman and the man,
And there wouldn't be an apple
If it wasn't in the plan.

Now Barabbas was a killer
And they let Barabbas go,
But you are being crucified
For nothing that I know,
And your God is up in Heaven
And He doesn't do a thing,
With a million angels watching
And they never move a wing.

“To hell with Jehovah
To the carpenter,” I said
I wish that a carpenter
Had made the world instead.
Goodbye and good luck to you;
Our ways will soon divide.
Remember me tomorrow
The man you hung beside.”