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Oh,
mer cy mer cy me.
Oh, things ain’t what they used to be, no, no.
where did all the blue skies go?
Poi son is the wind that blows from the north and south and east, and so, oh, mer cy mer cy me.
Oh, things ain’t what they used to be.
No, no,
oil wast ed on the o cean and a bove our seas, fish full of mer cu ry.
Oh,
mer cy mer cy me.
Oh, things ain’t what they used to
be.
Ra di a tion un der ground and in the sky, an i mals and birds are dy ing.
No,
no,
no.
My,
my, my, my, my, my, my, my,
ooh.
Oh,
mer cy mer cy me.
Oh, things ain’t what they used (Ab)to
be.
(Gm7)What a bout this o ver crowd ed land; how much more a buse from man can she stand?
This page shows “Mercy, Mercy Me” by Michael McDonald in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of E at 182 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.