Tuning: Standard with CAPO on the 2nd fret
 Chords:
  D:   xx0232
 A/D:  xx0220
Am/D:  xx0210
Gm/D:  xx0333
Bb6:   x10033
 C:    x32013
 A7:   x02020
Em:    022000
B7:    x24242
Em7/D: xx0000
G/B:   x20033


 D  Gm/D   Bb6   A7  

D                                 A/D
  These are the days of the open hand
                      Am/D
They will not be the last

Look around now
      Gm/D                 Bb6     C        D
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
                               A/D                             
This is the year of the hungry man
                      Am/D
Whose place is in the past
                  Gm/D            Bb6     C      Em
Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate  excuses

                             B7
The rich declare themselves poor
                        Em7/D
And most of us are not sure
                               A7
If we have too much but we’ll take our chances
                    B7       Em
‘Cause God stopped keeping score
                             B7
I guess somewhere along the way
                               Em7/D
He must have let us all out to play

And turned his back
     A7
And all God’s children
      G/B      D
Crept out the back door
                     A/D
And its hard to love
                       Am/D
Theres so much to hate
                   Gm/D
Hanging onto hope
           Bb6    C        D
When there is no hope to speak of
                       A/D
And the wounded skies above
                  Am/D
Say its much too late
   Gm/D            Bb6      C          D    Gm/D   Bb6   A7     
Oh maybe we should all be praying for time

D                                A/D
  This is the year of the empty hand
                          Am/D
Oh you hold onto what you can
                 Gm/D           Bb6     C     
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

D                                  A/D
  These are the days of the guilty man
                        Am/D
your television takes a stand
              Gm/D               Bb6
And you find that what was over there
    C     Em
Is over here
                                B7
So you scream from behind your door
                                Em7/D
Say whats mine is mine and not yours

I may have too much
          A7                                 B7     Em
But I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score
                                     B7
And you’ll cling to the things they sold you
                                   Em7/D
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
   
That he cant come back
          A7
‘Cause he has no children
    G/B       D
to come back for
                     A/D                             Am/D
And its hard to love     when theres so much to hate
                       Gm/D
And hanging onto hope
           Bb6    C        D      
When there is no hope to speak of
                        A/D
And the wounded skies above
                   Am/D
Say its much, much too late
         Gm/D           Bb6      C      D       Gm/D   A7  D
Mm, well maybe we should all be praying   for time