Praying for time
A - C#m - A7 - Dm F G A
ho, oh, yeah !
C#m A7 - Dm - F - G
Mm, doo doo doo, hohoho
ho.
A C#m
1. These are the days of the
open hand,
A7
they
will not be the last, look around now,
Dm F
G A
these
are the days of the beggars and the choosers.
C#m
This is the year of the hungry
man
A7
whose
place is in the past, hand in hand
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with
ignorance and legitimate excuses.
F# D
The rich declare themselves poor
and most of us are not sure,
E
if we
have too much, but we'll take our chance,
E D Bm
'cause God's
stopped keeping score.
F# D
I guess somewhere along the way
he must have let us all out to play,
E A
turned
his back and all God's children crept out the back door.
- C#m
2. And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate,
A7 - Dm
F
G A
hanging
on to hope when there is no hope
to speak of,
C#m A7
and
the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late.
Dm F G A
Well, maybe we should all be
praying for time,
C#m A7 - Dm F G A
doo doo doo hohoho,
hoo hoo, yeah !
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A C#m
3. These are the days of the
empty hand,
A7
oh,
you hold on to what you can, and charity
Dm F
G
is a
coat you wear twice a year.
A C#m
This is the year of the guilty man,
A7
your
television takes a stand, and you find
Dm F G Bm
that
what was over there is over here.
F#
So you scream from behind your
door,
D
say
what's mine is mine and not yours.
E
I may have too much, but I'll take
my chances
E D Bm
'cause God's stopped keeping score,
F#
and
you cling to the things they sold you.
D
Did you cover your eyes when
they told you that he can't come back,
E A
'cause he has no children to
come back for ?
- C#m
4. And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate,
A7 - Dm F G A
hanging
on to hope, when there is no hope
to speak of,
C#m A7
and
the wounded skies above say it's much too late.
Dm F G
A
So maybe we should all be
praying for time,
C#m - A7 - Dm F
G A
doo doo doo, ho ho,
yeah !
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(orig. = capo 1st) (George
Michael)