| C | Fm | C | Fm | |
| Show me the | prison, | show me the | jail, |
| C | Am | D | G | |
| Show me the | prisoner who's | life has gone st | ale, |
| C | Am | F | Dm | |
| And I'll | show you a | young man with so | many reasons | why |
| Em | Am | D | G | C | |
| There | but for fortu | ne, go you o | r go I | -- you and I. |
| Show me the alley, show me the train, |
| Show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain, |
| And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why |
| There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I. |
| Show me the whisky stains on the floor, |
| Show me the dunkard as he stumbles out the door, |
| And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why |
| There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I. |
| Show me the famine, show me the frail |
| Eyes with no future that show how we failed |
| And I'll show you the children with so many reasons why |
| There but for fortune, go you or I. |
| Show me the country where bombs had to fall, |
| Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall, |
| And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why |
| There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I. |
| You and I, |
| There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I. |