Chords for Puddles Pity Party - Praying For Time / The Rain Song - George Michael / Led Zeppelin Smoosh Up
Tempo:
135.95 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
F
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[B] [F]
[G] [A]
[C#m] [E]
[A]
[B] [F]
[G] [A] These are the days of the [C#m] open hand, [A] they will [E] not be [G] the last.
[A] Look around now, [A] these are the days [F] of the [G] beggars and [A] the choosers.
This is the year of the hungry man, whose place is in the past.
Hand in hand [F] with ignorance and [G] legitimate [Bm] excuses,
The rich declare [F#] themselves poor, and most of us are [A] not sure.
If we have too much, [E] but we'll take our chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
I guess somewhere [F#] along the way, he must have let us all out to [A] play.
Turned us back on all [E] God's children, crept [F#] on out [A] the back door.
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate.
Hanging on to hope, [B] [F] when there is [G] no hope [A] to speak of.
And the wounded skies above, say it's much too late.
[B] Well maybe we should [F] all [G] be brave [A] for time.
[B] [F]
[G] [A] These are the days of the empty hand, you hold on to what you can.
In charity [B] is the coat you wear, [F]
[G] twice [A] a year.
This is the year of the guilty man, your television takes a stand.
And you find that, what [B] was over [F] there, [G] is over [Bm] here.
So you scream from behind [F#] your door, say what's mine is mine and [A] not yours.
I may have too much, [E] but I'll take my chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
And you cling to the things [F#] they sold you, did you cover your eyes when [A] they told you,
that he can't come back, [E] cause he had no children [F#] to come [A] back for.
[E]
[A] Time, time, time, time.
[D] [A]
So you scream from behind your door, [G] [E] [D]
say what is [B] [A] mine is mine and not yours.
And you cling to the things [F#] that [G] they sold you, sold you, sold you.
[D] Did you cover your [A] eyes, cover your eyes when they told you,
it's hard to love
[G] so much as hate.
[D] Hanging on to hope, [A]
when there's no hope to speak of.
This is the year of the guilty man.
[A] [G] [E]
[B] [F]
[G] [A]
[C#m] [E]
[A]
[B] [F]
[G] [A] These are the days of the [C#m] open hand, [A] they will [E] not be [G] the last.
[A] Look around now, [A] these are the days [F] of the [G] beggars and [A] the choosers.
This is the year of the hungry man, whose place is in the past.
Hand in hand [F] with ignorance and [G] legitimate [Bm] excuses,
The rich declare [F#] themselves poor, and most of us are [A] not sure.
If we have too much, [E] but we'll take our chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
I guess somewhere [F#] along the way, he must have let us all out to [A] play.
Turned us back on all [E] God's children, crept [F#] on out [A] the back door.
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate.
Hanging on to hope, [B] [F] when there is [G] no hope [A] to speak of.
And the wounded skies above, say it's much too late.
[B] Well maybe we should [F] all [G] be brave [A] for time.
[B] [F]
[G] [A] These are the days of the empty hand, you hold on to what you can.
In charity [B] is the coat you wear, [F]
[G] twice [A] a year.
This is the year of the guilty man, your television takes a stand.
And you find that, what [B] was over [F] there, [G] is over [Bm] here.
So you scream from behind [F#] your door, say what's mine is mine and [A] not yours.
I may have too much, [E] but I'll take my chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
And you cling to the things [F#] they sold you, did you cover your eyes when [A] they told you,
that he can't come back, [E] cause he had no children [F#] to come [A] back for.
[E]
[A] Time, time, time, time.
[D] [A]
So you scream from behind your door, [G] [E] [D]
say what is [B] [A] mine is mine and not yours.
And you cling to the things [F#] that [G] they sold you, sold you, sold you.
[D] Did you cover your [A] eyes, cover your eyes when they told you,
it's hard to love
[G] so much as hate.
[D] Hanging on to hope, [A]
when there's no hope to speak of.
This is the year of the guilty man.
[A] [G] [E]
Key:
A
G
F
E
F#
A
G
F
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ These are the days of the [C#m] open hand, _ [A] they will [E] not be [G] the last.
_ [A] Look around now, [A] these are the days [F] of the [G] beggars and [A] the choosers.
This is the year of the hungry man, _ whose place is in the past.
_ Hand in hand [F] with ignorance and [G] legitimate _ [Bm] excuses,
_ The rich declare [F#] themselves poor, and most of us are [A] not sure.
If we have too much, [E] but we'll take our chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
I guess somewhere _ [F#] along the way, he must have let us all out to [A] play.
_ _ Turned us back on all [E] God's children, _ _ crept [F#] on out [A] the back door.
And it's hard to love, _ _ there's so much to hate.
_ _ Hanging on to hope, [B] _ _ _ [F] when there is [G] no hope [A] to speak of.
And the wounded skies above, _ _ say it's much too late. _ _ _
_ [B] Well maybe we should [F] all [G] be brave [A] for time. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ These are the days of the empty hand, _ you hold on to what you can.
_ _ In charity [B] is the coat you wear, [F] _ _
[G] twice [A] a year.
This is the year of the guilty man, _ your television takes a stand.
_ And you find that, _ what [B] was over [F] there, [G] is over [Bm] _ here.
So you scream from behind [F#] your door, _ say what's mine is mine and [A] not yours.
I may have too much, [E] but I'll take my chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
And you cling to the things [F#] they sold you, did you cover your eyes when [A] they told you,
_ that he can't come back, [E] cause he had no children [F#] to come [A] back for.
_ [E] _
[A] Time, time, time, time.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ So you scream from behind your door, _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
say what is [B] _ _ _ [A] mine is mine and not yours.
_ _ And you cling to the things [F#] that [G] they sold you, sold you, sold you.
[D] _ Did you cover your [A] eyes, _ cover your eyes when they told you,
_ _ it's hard to love _
[G] so much as hate. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ Hanging on to hope, [A]
when there's no hope to speak _ of.
This is the year of the guilty man.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ These are the days of the [C#m] open hand, _ [A] they will [E] not be [G] the last.
_ [A] Look around now, [A] these are the days [F] of the [G] beggars and [A] the choosers.
This is the year of the hungry man, _ whose place is in the past.
_ Hand in hand [F] with ignorance and [G] legitimate _ [Bm] excuses,
_ The rich declare [F#] themselves poor, and most of us are [A] not sure.
If we have too much, [E] but we'll take our chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
I guess somewhere _ [F#] along the way, he must have let us all out to [A] play.
_ _ Turned us back on all [E] God's children, _ _ crept [F#] on out [A] the back door.
And it's hard to love, _ _ there's so much to hate.
_ _ Hanging on to hope, [B] _ _ _ [F] when there is [G] no hope [A] to speak of.
And the wounded skies above, _ _ say it's much too late. _ _ _
_ [B] Well maybe we should [F] all [G] be brave [A] for time. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ These are the days of the empty hand, _ you hold on to what you can.
_ _ In charity [B] is the coat you wear, [F] _ _
[G] twice [A] a year.
This is the year of the guilty man, _ your television takes a stand.
_ And you find that, _ what [B] was over [F] there, [G] is over [Bm] _ here.
So you scream from behind [F#] your door, _ say what's mine is mine and [A] not yours.
I may have too much, [E] but I'll take my chances, could God [F#] stop keeping [Bm] score?
And you cling to the things [F#] they sold you, did you cover your eyes when [A] they told you,
_ that he can't come back, [E] cause he had no children [F#] to come [A] back for.
_ [E] _
[A] Time, time, time, time.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ So you scream from behind your door, _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
say what is [B] _ _ _ [A] mine is mine and not yours.
_ _ And you cling to the things [F#] that [G] they sold you, sold you, sold you.
[D] _ Did you cover your [A] eyes, _ cover your eyes when they told you,
_ _ it's hard to love _
[G] so much as hate. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ Hanging on to hope, [A]
when there's no hope to speak _ of.
This is the year of the guilty man.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _