Regina Graham Added by Regina Graham
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[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
[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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