Passing Through (Leonard Cohen)
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| I saw | Jesus on the cross on a | hill called Calva | ry |
| A |
| "Do you hate mankind for what they done to | you?" |
| D | G | D |
| He said, " | Talk of love not hate, things to | do - it's getting | late. |
| A | D |
| I've so little time and I'm | only passing | through." |
| D |
| Passing through, passing through. |
| D7 | G | D |
| Sometimes happy, sometimes | blue, glad that | I ran into | you. |
| A | D |
| Tell the people that you | saw me passing | through. |
| D | G | D |
| I saw | Adam leave the Garden with an | apple in his | hand, |
| A |
| I said "Now you're out, what are you going to | do?" |
| D | G | D |
| "Plant some | crops and pray for rain, maybe | raise a little | cane. |
| A | D |
| I'm an orphan now, and I'm | only passing | through." |
| Passing through, passing through ... | |
| D | G | D |
| I was with | Washington at Valley Ford, | shivering in the | snow. |
| A |
| I said, "How come the men here suffer like they | do?" |
| D | G | D |
| "Men will | suffer, men will fight, even | die for what is | right |
| A | D |
| even though they know they're | only passing | through" |
| Passing through, passing through ... | |
| D | G | D |
| I was with | Franklin Roosevelt's side on the | night before he | died. |
| A |
| He said, "One world must come out of World War | Two" (ah, the fool) |
| D | G | D |
| "Yankee, | Russian, white or tan," he said, "A | man is still a | man. |
| A | D |
| We're all on one road, and we're | only passing | through." |
| |: Passing through, passing through ... :| | |
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