Chords for George Michael - Praying For Time [The Best Of, 1998]
Tempo:
63.975 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Ebm
Ab
F
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[Ebm] [Abm]
[Bb] Oh yeah, to the moon
These [Ebm] [Ab]
[Bb] are the days of the old man
They will not be the last
Look around
[Ebm] These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the chinchas
They are the hungry men
Whose places in the bed
Hang in hand
[Ebm] With ignorance and the [Ab] jinn
[Cm] Excuse it, the rich declare [G] themselves
And most of us [Bb] are not sure
If we have too much
[F] But we'll take our chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
I guess somewhere [G] along the way
He must have let us all [Gm] pay
Turn this [F] back on us children
[Bb] Crack the potato
And it's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
And you aren't at [Ebm] all
When there [Ab] is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much, much too late
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time
To the moon
Oh [Ebm] [Bb] yeah
These
[Ebm] [C]
[Bb] are the days of the empty can
Oh you hold on to what you can
Your charity [Ebm] is a count you win
Twice a [Bb] year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your talent doesn't take the stand
And you find [Ebm] that what was over [Ab] there
Is [Cm] over here
So you scream from [G] behind your door
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours
I may have too [F] much
But I'll take my chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
And you cling to the [G] faith they told you
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
That he can't come [F] back
Cause he has no [Dm] children
[Bb] To come back for
It's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
Hanging on [Ebm] to hope
When there is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much too late
So [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying
[Ebm] [Ab] for [Bb] time Oh yeah
[Ebm]
[F] [Bb]
[N]
[Ebm] [Abm]
[Bb] Oh yeah, to the moon
These [Ebm] [Ab]
[Bb] are the days of the old man
They will not be the last
Look around
[Ebm] These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the chinchas
They are the hungry men
Whose places in the bed
Hang in hand
[Ebm] With ignorance and the [Ab] jinn
[Cm] Excuse it, the rich declare [G] themselves
And most of us [Bb] are not sure
If we have too much
[F] But we'll take our chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
I guess somewhere [G] along the way
He must have let us all [Gm] pay
Turn this [F] back on us children
[Bb] Crack the potato
And it's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
And you aren't at [Ebm] all
When there [Ab] is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much, much too late
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time
To the moon
Oh [Ebm] [Bb] yeah
These
[Ebm] [C]
[Bb] are the days of the empty can
Oh you hold on to what you can
Your charity [Ebm] is a count you win
Twice a [Bb] year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your talent doesn't take the stand
And you find [Ebm] that what was over [Ab] there
Is [Cm] over here
So you scream from [G] behind your door
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours
I may have too [F] much
But I'll take my chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
And you cling to the [G] faith they told you
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
That he can't come [F] back
Cause he has no [Dm] children
[Bb] To come back for
It's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
Hanging on [Ebm] to hope
When there is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much too late
So [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying
[Ebm] [Ab] for [Bb] time Oh yeah
[Ebm]
[F] [Bb]
[N]
Key:
Bb
Ebm
Ab
F
Cm
Bb
Ebm
Ab
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Abm] _
[Bb] Oh yeah, _ _ _ to the moon
These _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _
[Bb] _ are the days of the old man
They will not be the last
Look around
[Ebm] These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the chinchas
They are the hungry men
Whose places in the bed
Hang in hand
[Ebm] With ignorance and the [Ab] jinn
[Cm] Excuse it, the rich declare [G] themselves
And most of us [Bb] are not sure
If we have too much
[F] But we'll take our chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
I guess somewhere [G] along the way
He must have let us all [Gm] _ pay
Turn this [F] back on us children
[Bb] Crack the potato
And it's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
And you aren't at [Ebm] all
When there [Ab] is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much, much too late
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time
_ _ _ To the moon
Oh _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] yeah
These _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [C] _
[Bb] _ are the days of the empty can
Oh you hold on to what you can
Your charity [Ebm] is a count you win
Twice a [Bb] year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your talent doesn't take the stand
And you find [Ebm] that what was over [Ab] there
Is [Cm] over here
So you scream from [G] behind your door
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours
I may have too [F] much
But I'll take my chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
And you cling to the [G] faith they told you
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
That he can't come [F] back
Cause he has no [Dm] children
[Bb] To come back for
It's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
Hanging on [Ebm] to hope
When there is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much too late
So [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] for [Bb] time Oh yeah _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Abm] _
[Bb] Oh yeah, _ _ _ to the moon
These _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _
[Bb] _ are the days of the old man
They will not be the last
Look around
[Ebm] These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the chinchas
They are the hungry men
Whose places in the bed
Hang in hand
[Ebm] With ignorance and the [Ab] jinn
[Cm] Excuse it, the rich declare [G] themselves
And most of us [Bb] are not sure
If we have too much
[F] But we'll take our chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
I guess somewhere [G] along the way
He must have let us all [Gm] _ pay
Turn this [F] back on us children
[Bb] Crack the potato
And it's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
And you aren't at [Ebm] all
When there [Ab] is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much, much too late
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time
_ _ _ To the moon
Oh _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] yeah
These _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [C] _
[Bb] _ are the days of the empty can
Oh you hold on to what you can
Your charity [Ebm] is a count you win
Twice a [Bb] year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your talent doesn't take the stand
And you find [Ebm] that what was over [Ab] there
Is [Cm] over here
So you scream from [G] behind your door
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours
I may have too [F] much
But I'll take my chances
Cause [Gm] God does [Cm] keep his score
And you cling to the [G] faith they told you
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
That he can't come [F] back
Cause he has no [Dm] children
[Bb] To come back for
It's hard to lie
There's so much to hate
Hanging on [Ebm] to hope
When there is no [Bb] hope, see
And the wounded skies burn
Say it's much too late
So [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] for [Bb] time Oh yeah _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _