Chords: D: xx0232 A/D: xx0220 Am/D: xx0210 D: xx0333 Bb6: x10033 C: x32013 A7: x02020 Em: 022000 B7: x24242 Em7/D: xx0000 G/B: x20033
A7 A/D These are the days of the open hand Am/D They will not be the last Look around now D These are the days of the beggars and the choosers A/D This is the year of the hungry man Am/D Whose place is in the past Em Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses B7 The rich declare themselves poor Em7/D And most of us are not sure A7 If we have too much but we’ll take our chances Em ‘Cause God stopped keeping score B7 I guess somewhere along the way Em7/D He must have let us all out to play And turned his back A7 And all God’s children D Crept out the back door A/D And its hard to love Am/D Theres so much to hate D Hanging onto hope D When there is no hope to speak of A/D And the wounded skies above Am/D Say its much too late A7 Oh maybe we should all be praying for time A/D This is the year of the empty hand Am/D Oh you hold onto what you can C And charity is a coat you wear twice a year A/D These are the days of the guilty man Am/D your television takes a stand Bb6 And you find that what was over there Em Is over here B7 So you scream from behind your door Em7/D Say whats mine is mine and not yours I may have too much Em But I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score B7 And you’ll cling to the things they sold you Em7/D Did you cover your eyes when they told you That he cant come back A7 ‘Cause he has no children D to come back for Am/D And its hard to love when theres so much to hate D And hanging onto hope D When there is no hope to speak of A/D And the wounded skies above Am/D Say its much, much too late D Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time