Chords for George Michael - Praying For Time (with lyrics).wmv
Tempo:
63.925 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Ebm
Ab
F
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] Oh yeah, do you know?
[Ebm] These [Ab]
[Bb] are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the gingers.
The year of the hungry man, whose place is in the bed.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with the ignorance and the [Ab] jitter.
[Cm] Excuse me, the rich declare [G] themselves poor.
And most of us [Bb] are not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause [Gm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
I guess somewhere [G] along the way, he must have led us all [Gm] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all of us children.
[Bb] Crap, the father's dead, and it's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, sing to God.
And if the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much, much too late.
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
To the Lord.
[Ebm] Oh [Bb] yeah.
[Ebm] [Ab]
[Bb] These are the days of the empty hand.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a crown to wear twice a year.
[Bb] This is the year of the guilty man.
You tell others what takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from [G] behind the door.
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances, cause [Dm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
You scream to the [G] faith that sold you.
Didn't you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, say God.
And the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
To the Lord.
[Ebm] [Ab] Oh [Bb] yeah.
[Ebm] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] Oh yeah, do you know?
[Ebm] These [Ab]
[Bb] are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the gingers.
The year of the hungry man, whose place is in the bed.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with the ignorance and the [Ab] jitter.
[Cm] Excuse me, the rich declare [G] themselves poor.
And most of us [Bb] are not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause [Gm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
I guess somewhere [G] along the way, he must have led us all [Gm] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all of us children.
[Bb] Crap, the father's dead, and it's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, sing to God.
And if the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much, much too late.
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
To the Lord.
[Ebm] Oh [Bb] yeah.
[Ebm] [Ab]
[Bb] These are the days of the empty hand.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a crown to wear twice a year.
[Bb] This is the year of the guilty man.
You tell others what takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from [G] behind the door.
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances, cause [Dm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
You scream to the [G] faith that sold you.
Didn't you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, say God.
And the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
To the Lord.
[Ebm] [Ab] Oh [Bb] yeah.
[Ebm] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
Ebm
Ab
F
Cm
Bb
Ebm
Ab
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] Oh yeah, _ _ _ do you know?
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ These [Ab] _
[Bb] _ are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the gingers.
The year of the hungry man, whose place is in the bed.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with the ignorance and the [Ab] jitter.
[Cm] Excuse me, the rich declare [G] themselves poor.
And most of us [Bb] are not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause [Gm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
I guess somewhere [G] along the way, he must have led us all [Gm] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all of us children.
[Bb] Crap, the father's dead, and it's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, sing to God.
And if the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much, much too late.
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ To the Lord.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ Oh [Bb] yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the empty hand.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a crown to wear twice a year.
[Bb] _ This is the year of the guilty man.
You tell others what takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from [G] behind the door.
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances, cause [Dm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
You scream to the [G] faith that sold you.
Didn't you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, say God.
And the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much too late.
_ [Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ To the Lord.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] Oh [Bb] yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] Oh yeah, _ _ _ do you know?
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ These [Ab] _
[Bb] _ are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the bears [Bb] and the gingers.
The year of the hungry man, whose place is in the bed.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with the ignorance and the [Ab] jitter.
[Cm] Excuse me, the rich declare [G] themselves poor.
And most of us [Bb] are not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause [Gm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
I guess somewhere [G] along the way, he must have led us all [Gm] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all of us children.
[Bb] Crap, the father's dead, and it's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, sing to God.
And if the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much, much too late.
Well [Ebm] maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ To the Lord.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ Oh [Bb] yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the empty hand.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a crown to wear twice a year.
[Bb] _ This is the year of the guilty man.
You tell others what takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from [G] behind the door.
Say what's mine is [Bb] mine and not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances, cause [Dm] God's not [Cm] keeping score.
You scream to the [G] faith that sold you.
Didn't you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to lie.
There's so much to hate, and so much to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, say God.
And the wound gets cut and burned, say it's much too late.
_ [Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ To the Lord.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] Oh [Bb] yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _