PRAYING FOR TIME . GEORGE MICHAEL. WITH LYRICS Chords
Tempo:
63.8 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Ebm
F
Cm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] [F]
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] These are the days of the old man.
They might be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the heirs [Bb] and the teachers.
Still at the heart of them.
Those places that no one knows.
In the past, hand in hand, [Ebm] we were mortals and the children.
[Cm] Stupid, the rich depend [G] on those poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But they got ten feet, cause God stopped [Cm] keeping score.
I guess someone here is [G] lucky.
He must have led us all [Bb] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all those children.
Crap [Bb] out the back door.
And it's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Keep on to [Ebm] hope.
There's no [Bb] hope, any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much, much too late.
[Ebm] Well, maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
Children of the world.
[Ebm]
[Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] These are the days of the empty can.
Oh, you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a couch you enter twice a [Bb] year.
This is the era of the music man.
You cannot lose the taste of sin.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from behind.
[G] Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God stopped keeping [Cm] score.
And you cling to the things [G] that sold you.
And you cover your eyes [Bb] when they told you.
That you can't come back.
[F] Cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Hang on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no hope, [Bb] any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be praying [Bb] for time.
[F] Do you [Bb] want [Ebm]
[Bb] to hold me?
[Ebm]
[F] [Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] [F]
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] These are the days of the old man.
They might be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the heirs [Bb] and the teachers.
Still at the heart of them.
Those places that no one knows.
In the past, hand in hand, [Ebm] we were mortals and the children.
[Cm] Stupid, the rich depend [G] on those poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But they got ten feet, cause God stopped [Cm] keeping score.
I guess someone here is [G] lucky.
He must have led us all [Bb] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all those children.
Crap [Bb] out the back door.
And it's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Keep on to [Ebm] hope.
There's no [Bb] hope, any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much, much too late.
[Ebm] Well, maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
Children of the world.
[Ebm]
[Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] These are the days of the empty can.
Oh, you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a couch you enter twice a [Bb] year.
This is the era of the music man.
You cannot lose the taste of sin.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from behind.
[G] Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God stopped keeping [Cm] score.
And you cling to the things [G] that sold you.
And you cover your eyes [Bb] when they told you.
That you can't come back.
[F] Cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Hang on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no hope, [Bb] any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be praying [Bb] for time.
[F] Do you [Bb] want [Ebm]
[Bb] to hold me?
[Ebm]
[F] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
Ebm
F
Cm
G
Bb
Ebm
F
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the old man.
They might be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the heirs [Bb] and the teachers.
Still at the heart of them.
Those places that no one knows.
In the past, hand in hand, [Ebm] we were mortals and the children.
[Cm] Stupid, the rich depend [G] on those poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But they got ten feet, cause God stopped [Cm] keeping score.
I guess someone here is [G] lucky.
He must have led us all [Bb] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all those children.
Crap [Bb] out the back door.
And it's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Keep on to [Ebm] hope.
_ There's no [Bb] hope, any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much, much too late.
_ [Ebm] Well, maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ _ Children of the world.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the empty can.
Oh, you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a couch you enter twice a [Bb] year.
This is the era of the music man.
You cannot lose the taste of sin.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from behind.
[G] _ Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God stopped keeping [Cm] score.
And you cling to the things [G] that sold you.
And you cover your eyes [Bb] when they told you.
That you can't come back.
[F] Cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Hang on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no hope, [Bb] any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much too late.
_ [Ebm] So maybe we should all be praying [Bb] for time.
_ _ [F] Do you [Bb] want _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Bb] to hold me? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the old man.
They might be the last.
Look around [Ebm] now.
These are the days of the heirs [Bb] and the teachers.
Still at the heart of them.
Those places that no one knows.
In the past, hand in hand, [Ebm] we were mortals and the children.
[Cm] Stupid, the rich depend [G] on those poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But they got ten feet, cause God stopped [Cm] keeping score.
I guess someone here is [G] lucky.
He must have led us all [Bb] out to play.
Turn this [F] back on all those children.
Crap [Bb] out the back door.
And it's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Keep on to [Ebm] hope.
_ There's no [Bb] hope, any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much, much too late.
_ [Ebm] Well, maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ _ Children of the world.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the empty can.
Oh, you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a couch you enter twice a [Bb] year.
This is the era of the music man.
You cannot lose the taste of sin.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there is [Cm] over here.
So you scream from behind.
[G] _ Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God stopped keeping [Cm] score.
And you cling to the things [G] that sold you.
And you cover your eyes [Bb] when they told you.
That you can't come back.
[F] Cause he has no children to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard to love.
There's so much to hate.
Hang on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no hope, [Bb] any doubt.
And the wound gets cut.
Say it's much too late.
_ [Ebm] So maybe we should all be praying [Bb] for time.
_ _ [F] Do you [Bb] want _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Bb] to hold me? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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