Praying for Time (Remastered) Chords
Tempo:
64.1 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Ebm
F
Cm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb]
[Ebm] These
[Bb] are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around you.
[Ebm] These are the days of the berries and [Bb] the ginger.
This is the year of the hungry man.
Whose place has been ruined the best.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with ignorance and the judgment.
[Cm] The ex-king fears the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause God's tough [Cm] keeping sure.
I guess somewhere along [G] the way, he must have let us all.
[Bb] I turned his back [F] on his children.
Cramped up [Bb] the bed and it's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to speak of.
The wounded skies and burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
[Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
Do do do do do do do do do do.
[Ebm]
[Bb] Oh yeah.
[Ebm]
[Bb] These are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice a year.
[Bb] This is the year of the guilty man.
Your television takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over 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 much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Yes, because God's got [Cm] keeping store.
Did you cling to the [G] things they told you?
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you?
That he can't come [F] back because he has no children [Bb] to come back for.
It's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to seek.
And the road that's got us all.
Seems much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
[Ebm]
[Bb] Oh yeah.
[Ebm]
[F] [Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bb]
[Ebm] These
[Bb] are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around you.
[Ebm] These are the days of the berries and [Bb] the ginger.
This is the year of the hungry man.
Whose place has been ruined the best.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with ignorance and the judgment.
[Cm] The ex-king fears the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause God's tough [Cm] keeping sure.
I guess somewhere along [G] the way, he must have let us all.
[Bb] I turned his back [F] on his children.
Cramped up [Bb] the bed and it's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to speak of.
The wounded skies and burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
[Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
Do do do do do do do do do do.
[Ebm]
[Bb] Oh yeah.
[Ebm]
[Bb] These are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice a year.
[Bb] This is the year of the guilty man.
Your television takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over 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 much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Yes, because God's got [Cm] keeping store.
Did you cling to the [G] things they told you?
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you?
That he can't come [F] back because he has no children [Bb] to come back for.
It's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to seek.
And the road that's got us all.
Seems much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
[Ebm]
[Bb] Oh yeah.
[Ebm]
[F] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
Ebm
F
Cm
G
Bb
Ebm
F
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] These _ _
[Bb] _ are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around you.
[Ebm] These are the days of the berries and [Bb] the ginger.
This is the year of the hungry man.
Whose place has been ruined the best.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with ignorance and the judgment.
[Cm] The ex-king fears the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause God's tough [Cm] keeping sure.
I guess somewhere along [G] the way, he must have let us all.
[Bb] I turned his back [F] on his children.
Cramped up [Bb] the bed and it's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
_ And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to speak of.
The wounded skies and burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
_ [Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ Do do do do do do do do do do.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Bb] Oh yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice a year.
[Bb] _ This is the year of the guilty man.
Your television takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over 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 much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Yes, because God's got [Cm] keeping store.
Did you cling to the [G] things they told you?
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you?
That he can't come [F] back because he has no children [Bb] to come back for.
It's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to seek.
And the road that's got us all.
Seems much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Bb] Oh yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] These _ _
[Bb] _ are the days of the old man.
They will not be the last.
Look around you.
[Ebm] These are the days of the berries and [Bb] the ginger.
This is the year of the hungry man.
Whose place has been ruined the best.
Hand in hand [Ebm] with ignorance and the judgment.
[Cm] The ex-king fears the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are [Bb] not sure if we have too much.
[F] But we'll take our chances, cause God's tough [Cm] keeping sure.
I guess somewhere along [G] the way, he must have let us all.
[Bb] I turned his back [F] on his children.
Cramped up [Bb] the bed and it's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
_ And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to speak of.
The wounded skies and burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
_ [Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time.
_ _ _ Do do do do do do do do do do.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Bb] Oh yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ These are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
The charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice a year.
[Bb] _ This is the year of the guilty man.
Your television takes a stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over 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 much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Yes, because God's got [Cm] keeping store.
Did you cling to the [G] things they told you?
Did you cover your [Bb] eyes when they told you?
That he can't come [F] back because he has no children [Bb] to come back for.
It's hard to learn.
There's so much to hate.
And you want to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope to seek.
And the road that's got us all.
Seems much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be [Bb] praying for time. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Bb] Oh yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _