Praying For Time George Michael

Praying For Time

George Michael

Regina Graham

125
0:00 4:30
Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 4/4
Tonart: Bb
Kapo:
1. Bund
Schlagmuster 1

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Songtext

[Intro]
A E/A
Em/A Dm/A Dm/F      Dm/G A
              Whoa, oh   yea
   E/A           Em/A
Mmm   do do do oh
Dm/A Dm/F Dm/G

[Verse 1]
A                                   E/A
 These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Em/A
    Look around now
      Dm/A                Dm/F    Dm/G        A
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
                                  E/A
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Em/A
    Hand in hand
     Dm/A            Dm/F    Dm/G     Bm
With ignorance and legitimate    excuses

[Pre-Chorus]
                           F#
The rich declare themselves  poor
                           D/A
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much,
          Bm/Ab
but we'll take our chances
       E             E/F#    Bm
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
                               F#
I guess somewhere along the way
                                   D/A
He must have let us all out to play
                     Bm/Ab              E
Turned his back, and all  God's children
      E/F#        A
Crept out the back door

[Chorus]
And it's hard to love
E/A
   There's so much to hate
Em/A
    Hanging on to hope
Dm/A           Dm/F   Dm/G         A
    When there is  no hope to speak of
                           E/A
And the wounded skies above
                        Em/A
Say it's much, much too late
Well,
Dm/A               Dm/F   Dm/G            A
maybe we should all    be praying for time

[Bridge]
E/A           Em/A
   Do do do oh
Dm/A     Dm/F  Dm/G A
    Mmm, whoa, oh   yeah
E/A Em/A Dm/A Dm/F Dm/G

[Verse 3]
A                                    E/A
 These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
Em/A
    And charity
     Dm/A          Dm/F        Dm/G
Is a coat you wear twice a year
A                                  E/A
 This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
Em/A
    And you find
     Dm/A               Dm/F   Dm/G     Bm
That what was over there    is over here

[Pre-Chorus]
                                   F#
So you scream from behind your door
                                  D/A
Say, "What's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much,
         Bm/Ab
but I'll take my chances
       E             E/F#    Bm
'Cause God's stopped keeping score"
                                     F#
And you cling to the things they sold  you
                                  D/A
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That He can't come back
          Bm/Ab           E E/F#         A
'Cause He has  no children  to  come back for?

[Chorus]
And it's hard to love
E/A
   There's so much to hate
Em/A
    Hanging on to hope
Dm/A           Dm/F   Dm/G         A
    When there is  no hope to speak of
                           E/A
And the wounded skies above
                  Em/A
Say it's much too late
   Dm/A               Dm/F   Dm/G            A
So maybe we should all    be praying for time

[Outro]
E/A
   Do do do do
Em/A Dm/A Dm/F      Dm/G A
              Whoa, oh   yeah
E/A Em/A Dm/A Dm/F
Dm/G A

Takte

[Intro]
| A - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |

Whoa, oh   yea
Mmm   do do do oh

[Verse 1]
| A  - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A  - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| Bm - - - |

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand
With ignorance and legitimate    excuses

[Pre-Chorus]
           | F# - - - | D/A - - - | Bm/Ab - E E/F# |
| Bm - - - | F# - - - | D/A - - - | Bm/Ab - E E/F# |
| A  - - - |

The rich declare themselves  poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much,
but we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back, and all  God's children
Crept out the back door

[Chorus]
          | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - |

And it's hard to love
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is  no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much, much too late
Well,
maybe we should all    be praying for time

[Bridge]
          | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |

Do do do oh
Mmm, whoa, oh   yeah

[Verse 3]
| A  - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A  - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| Bm - - - |

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity
Is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find
That what was over there    is over here

[Pre-Chorus]
           | F# - - - | D/A - - - | Bm/Ab - E E/F# |
| Bm - - - | F# - - - | D/A - - - | Bm/Ab - E E/F# |
| A  - - - |

So you scream from behind your door
Say, "What's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much,
but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score"
And you cling to the things they sold  you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That He can't come back
'Cause He has  no children  to  come back for?

[Chorus]
          | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - |

And it's hard to love
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is  no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much too late
So maybe we should all    be praying for time

[Outro]
          | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - | E/A - - - | Em/A - - - | Dm/A - Dm/F Dm/G |
| A - - - |

Do do do do
Whoa, oh   yeah

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