These are the days of the o pen hand;

they will not be the last.

Look a round now.

These (Ebm6)are the days of the beg gars (Ab)and the choos ers.

This is the year of the hun gry man

whose place is in the past,

hand in hand

with (Ebm6)ig nor ance and le git i mate ex cus es.

The rich de clare them selves poor, and most of us are not (Eb)sure

if we have too much.

But we’ll (F)take our chanc es ’cause (F)God stopped keep ing (Cm)score.

I guess some where a long the way

He must ’ve let us all out to play,

turned His back and (F)all God’s chil dren crept out the back door.

And it’s hard to love.

There’s so much to hate

hang ing on to hope

when there is not (Ab)hope to speak of.

And the wound ed skies a bove

say it’s much, much too (Bb7)late.

Now (Ebm6)may be we should all be (Ab)pray ing for time.

These are the days of the o pen hand;

they will not be the last.

Look a round now.

These (Ebm6)are the days of the beg gars (Ab)and the choos ers.

This is the year of the hun gry man

whose place is in the past,

hand in hand

with (Ebm6)ig nor ance and le git i mate ex cus es.

The rich de clare them selves poor, and most of us are not (Eb)sure

if we have too much.

But we’ll (F)take our chanc es ’cause (F)God stopped keep ing (Cm)score.

I guess some where a long the way

He must ’ve let us all out to play,

turned His back and (F)all God’s chil dren crept out the back door.

And it’s hard to love.

There’s so much to hate

hang ing on to hope

when there is no (Ab)hope to speak of.

And the wound ed skies a bove

say it’s much, much too (Bb7)late.

So (Ebm6)may be we should all be (Ab)pray ing for time.