Capo on 1st 

Intro:
A - A7M - A7 - Dm6 - Dm6/F       G          A         
                             hooho    hohoho     yeah, mmm
A7M                         A7      Dm6 - Dm6/F - G           
      mmm tuutuutuu hohoho -     hoo 
 
A                                 A7M                                    
   These are the days of the open         hand
                      A7                                              
They will not be the     last - Look around now
       Dm6                     Dm6/F           G         A                         
These      are the days of the        beggars    and the    choosers
                               A7M                                    
This is the year of the hungry        man
                       A7                                             
Whose place is in the    past - Hand in hand 
     Dm6                      Dm6/F           G        Bm                            
with      ignorance And le -        gitimate     ex -     cuses
                            F#7/Bb                                       
The rich declare themselves         poor
                        D/A                                            
And most of us are not       sure
                                 E/Bb                                   
If we have too much - But we'll        take our chance
       E                F#          Bm                                      
'Cause   God's stopped      keeping     score
                            F#7/Bb                                       
I guess somewhere along the         way
                               D/A                                    
He must have let us all out to       play
                    E/Bb                                               
Turned his back and        all God's children
E         E4/F#          A                                                     
   Crept           out the    back door
                      A7M                                             
And it's hard to love,       there's so much to hate
A7                                                                   
   Hanging on to hope
Dm6              Dm6/F        G          A                                          
     When there        is no    hope to    speak of
                          A7M                               A7             
And the wounded skies a -       bove say it's much, much too     late
      Dm6                       Dm6/F      G             A                         
Well       maybe we should all         be    praying for    time
A7M                   A7     Dm6          Dm6/F       G        A                             
       toehoehoe hohoho    hoo     hoo-oo -        hoo     hoho     yeah

A7M - A7 - Dm6 - Dm6/F - G -

A                                   A7M                                   
   These are the days of the empty        hand
                            A7                                        
Oh you hold on to what you     can - And charity 
     Dm6                Dm6/F          G                                        
is a      coat you wear        twice a     year
A                                 A7M                                    
   This is the year of the guilty        man
                         A7                                           
Your television takes a     stand - And you find 
     Dm6                      Dm6/F      G        Bm                                 
that      what was over there        is     over     here
                                F#7/Bb                                    
So you scream from behind your         door
                                 D/A                                   
Say what's mine is mine and not       yours
                              E/Bb                                      
I may have too much but I'll        take my chances
       E                F#          Bm                                      
'Cause    God's stopped     keeping     score
                                 F#7/Bb                                  
And you cling to the things they         sold you
                                  D/A                                 
Did you cover your eyes when they       told you
                                                                  
That he can't come back
           E/Bb                  E      E4/F#        A                               
'Cause he        has no children    to           come      back for

                       A7M                                            
And it's hard to love,        there's so much to hate
A7                                                                   
   Hanging on to hope
Dm6             Dm6/F                    A                                      
    When there         is no G  hope to    speak of
                           A7M                        A7                  
And the wounded skies a -        bove say it's much too      late
   Dm6                       Dm6/F      G              A                            
So      maybe we should all         be    praying for     time
A7M              A7          Dm6       Dm6/F        G      A                                
       toehoehoe -     hoo-oo -      hoo        hoho    yeah

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