Chords for Lee Hazelwood "Cold Hard Times" 1971
Tempo:
100 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
A
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[D]
In the waking hours [C] of some not [D] too distant morning,
You come walking barefoot [G] through this [D] cowboy mind,
Selling yesterday's [C] dreams wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
Whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [D] These are cold hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard times.
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your mother [D] crying
For the thoughts she had [G] and didn't use, [D] and now they're gone.
And your father's still out [C] back, he's selling [D] and he's buying.
There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never once [D] been wrong.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D]
world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[D] [G] [D]
I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a rumor?
From an overdose of hate [G] taken [D] in his vein.
I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor,
Cause when he died [C] they didn't [G] even put him in [D] the womb.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [D#] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] [G] These are [F#m] cold [D] hard times.
[G] [A] [D] [G] [D] [Em] [D] [G]
[A] [D]
[D]
In the waking hours [C] of some not [D] too distant morning,
You come walking barefoot [G] through this [D] cowboy mind,
Selling yesterday's [C] dreams wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
Whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [D] These are cold hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard times.
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your mother [D] crying
For the thoughts she had [G] and didn't use, [D] and now they're gone.
And your father's still out [C] back, he's selling [D] and he's buying.
There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never once [D] been wrong.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D]
world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[D] [G] [D]
I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a rumor?
From an overdose of hate [G] taken [D] in his vein.
I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor,
Cause when he died [C] they didn't [G] even put him in [D] the womb.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [D#] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] [G] These are [F#m] cold [D] hard times.
[G] [A] [D] [G] [D] [Em] [D] [G]
[A] [D]
Key:
D
G
C
A
D#
D
G
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the waking hours [C] of some not [D] too distant morning,
_ You come walking barefoot [G] through this [D] cowboy mind,
_ _ Selling yesterday's [C] dreams wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
_ _ Whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, _ [C] hard _ _ [D] world, love.
[G] [D] These are cold hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard times. _ _ _ _ _ _
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your mother [D] crying
_ For the thoughts she had [G] and didn't use, [D] and now they're gone.
_ _ And your father's still out [C] back, he's selling [D] and he's buying.
_ There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never once [D] been wrong.
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _ [D]
world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ [D]
I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a rumor?
_ From an overdose of hate [G] taken [D] in his vein.
_ I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor,
_ Cause when he died [C] they didn't [G] even put him in [D] the womb.
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ [D] world, love.
[G] [D#] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] _ [G] _ These are [F#m] cold [D] hard times.
[G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the waking hours [C] of some not [D] too distant morning,
_ You come walking barefoot [G] through this [D] cowboy mind,
_ _ Selling yesterday's [C] dreams wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
_ _ Whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, _ [C] hard _ _ [D] world, love.
[G] [D] These are cold hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard times. _ _ _ _ _ _
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your mother [D] crying
_ For the thoughts she had [G] and didn't use, [D] and now they're gone.
_ _ And your father's still out [C] back, he's selling [D] and he's buying.
_ There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never once [D] been wrong.
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _ [D]
world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ [D]
I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a rumor?
_ From an overdose of hate [G] taken [D] in his vein.
_ I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor,
_ Cause when he died [C] they didn't [G] even put him in [D] the womb.
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ [D] world, love.
[G] [D#] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold hard [G] times.
[A] _ [G] _ These are [F#m] cold [D] hard times.
[G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _