Intro:

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        E

The old man turned off the radio,

A

Said, "Where did all of the old songs go?

F#

     Kids sure play funny music these days,

B7

     And they play it in the strangest ways."

E

     Said, "It looks to me like they've all gone wild.

A

     It was peaceful back when I was a child."

         F#

Well, man, could it be that the the girls and boys

       B7

Are tryin' to be heard above your noise?

              E                     A               B7                  E

And the lonely voice of youth cries,        "What is truth?"

    E

A little boy of three sittin' on the floor

A

Looks up and says, "Daddy, what is war?"

F#

     "Son, that's when people fight and die."

    B7

A little boy of three says, "Daddy, why?"

    E

A young man of seventeen in Sunday school,

A

     Bein' taught the golden rule.

                  F#

And by the time another year has gone around,

           B7

It may be his turn to lay his life down.

        E                                  A                       B7                  E

Can you blame the voice of youth for asking,        "What is truth?"

Interlude:

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   E

A young man sittin' on the witness stand.

       A

The man with the book says, "Raise your hand.

      F#

Re-peat after me. I solemnly swear."

        B7

The man looked down at his long hair.

        E

And although the young man solemnly swore,

A

      Nobody seemed to hear anymore.

           F#

And it didn't really matter if the truth was there,

           B7

It was the cut of his clothes and the length of his hair.

             E                      A                B7                  E

And the lonely voice of youth cries,         "What is truth?"

Interlude:

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E

A young girl dancin' to the latest beat

        A

Has found new ways to move her feet.

    F#

A young man speakin' in the city square

    B7

Is tryin' to tell somebody that he cares.

E

      Yeah, the ones that you're callin' wild

       A

Are gonna be the leaders in a little while.

        F#

This old world's wakin' to a newborn day

                                                             B7

And I solemnly swear that it'll be their way.

                  E                         A               B7                  E

You better help that voice of youth find            what is truth.

                                      A               B7                   E

And the lonely voice of youth cries,          "What is truth?"