Chords for George Michael - Praying For Time (Official Video)
Tempo:
64.7 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Ebm
Ab
F
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb] .
[Ebm] .
[Bb] Oh yeah, oh, .
[Ebm] [Ab] .
[Bb] these are the days of the old man.
They were not meaningless.
Look around, [Ebm] these are the days of the bears and the [Bb] cheetahs.
This is the year of the hollow man, whose place is in the best hand in hand [Ebm] with the.
heroes and the gentlemen.
[Ab].
[Cm] Excuse this, the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are not [Gm] sure if we have too much.
But [F] we'll take our chances, cause God's [Cm] not keeping score.
I guess somewhere along [G] .
[Gm] the way, children of the [F] dead, children [Bb] crammed upon the table.
And it's hard to know.
Stand and breathe, hang on to [Ebm] hope.
There's no hope [Bb] to be found.
And the wound is not to burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
[Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] graved.
Doo-doo-doo, oh, oh [Ebm] [Ab] .
[Bb] yeah.
.
[Ebm] [Ab] These [Bb] are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
A charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice [Bb] a year.
This is the era of the doobie man.
You're telling those in tears to stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is over [Cm] here.
So you scream from behind [G] your door.
Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God's got to keep [Cm] me sore.
And you cling to the things [G] he sold you.
Didn't you cover your eyes when [Bb] they told you.
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children.
to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard, girl.
There's so much pain hanging on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, see God.
The sky's above.
It's much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be afraid [Bb] of time.
Mm-hmm.
[Ebm] [Ab] Whoa, [Bb] yeah.
.
[Ebm] [F] .
[Bb] .
[Ebm] .
[Bb] Oh yeah, oh, .
[Ebm] [Ab] .
[Bb] these are the days of the old man.
They were not meaningless.
Look around, [Ebm] these are the days of the bears and the [Bb] cheetahs.
This is the year of the hollow man, whose place is in the best hand in hand [Ebm] with the.
heroes and the gentlemen.
[Ab].
[Cm] Excuse this, the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are not [Gm] sure if we have too much.
But [F] we'll take our chances, cause God's [Cm] not keeping score.
I guess somewhere along [G] .
[Gm] the way, children of the [F] dead, children [Bb] crammed upon the table.
And it's hard to know.
Stand and breathe, hang on to [Ebm] hope.
There's no hope [Bb] to be found.
And the wound is not to burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
[Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] graved.
Doo-doo-doo, oh, oh [Ebm] [Ab] .
[Bb] yeah.
.
[Ebm] [Ab] These [Bb] are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
A charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice [Bb] a year.
This is the era of the doobie man.
You're telling those in tears to stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is over [Cm] here.
So you scream from behind [G] your door.
Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God's got to keep [Cm] me sore.
And you cling to the things [G] he sold you.
Didn't you cover your eyes when [Bb] they told you.
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children.
to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard, girl.
There's so much pain hanging on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, see God.
The sky's above.
It's much too late.
[Ebm] So maybe we should all be afraid [Bb] of time.
Mm-hmm.
[Ebm] [Ab] Whoa, [Bb] yeah.
.
[Ebm] [F] .
[Bb] .
Key:
Bb
Ebm
Ab
F
Cm
Bb
Ebm
Ab
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ .
[Bb] Oh yeah, _ _ _ oh, _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ .
[Bb] these are the days of the old man.
They were not meaningless.
Look around, [Ebm] these are the days of the bears and the [Bb] cheetahs.
This is the year of the hollow man, whose place is in the best hand in hand [Ebm] with the.
heroes and the gentlemen.
[Ab].
[Cm] Excuse this, the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are not [Gm] sure if we have too much.
But [F] we'll take our chances, cause God's [Cm] not keeping score.
I guess somewhere along [G] _ _ _ _ .
[Gm] _ the way, children of the [F] dead, children [Bb] crammed upon the table.
And it's hard to know.
_ _ Stand and breathe, hang on to [Ebm] hope.
There's no hope [Bb] to be found.
And the wound is not to burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
_ [Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] graved.
_ _ _ _ Doo-doo-doo, oh, oh _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ .
[Bb] yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] These [Bb] _ are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
A charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice [Bb] a year.
This is the era of the doobie man.
You're telling those in tears to stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is over [Cm] here.
So you scream from behind [G] your door.
Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God's got to keep [Cm] me sore.
And you cling to the things [G] he sold you.
Didn't you cover your eyes when [Bb] they told you.
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children.
to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard, girl.
_ There's so much pain hanging on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, see God.
The sky's above.
_ It's much too late.
_ [Ebm] So maybe we should all be afraid [Bb] of time.
_ _ _ Mm-hmm.
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] Whoa, [Bb] yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [F] _ .
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ .
[Bb] Oh yeah, _ _ _ oh, _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ .
[Bb] these are the days of the old man.
They were not meaningless.
Look around, [Ebm] these are the days of the bears and the [Bb] cheetahs.
This is the year of the hollow man, whose place is in the best hand in hand [Ebm] with the.
heroes and the gentlemen.
[Ab].
[Cm] Excuse this, the rich declare themselves [G] poor.
And most of us are not [Gm] sure if we have too much.
But [F] we'll take our chances, cause God's [Cm] not keeping score.
I guess somewhere along [G] _ _ _ _ .
[Gm] _ the way, children of the [F] dead, children [Bb] crammed upon the table.
And it's hard to know.
_ _ Stand and breathe, hang on to [Ebm] hope.
There's no hope [Bb] to be found.
And the wound is not to burn.
Say it's much, much too late.
_ [Ebm] Well maybe we should all be [Bb] graved.
_ _ _ _ Doo-doo-doo, oh, oh _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ .
[Bb] yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] These [Bb] _ are the days of the empty can.
Oh you hold on to what you can.
A charity [Ebm] is a coach you win twice [Bb] a year.
This is the era of the doobie man.
You're telling those in tears to stand.
And you find [Ebm] that what was over there [Ab] is over [Cm] here.
So you scream from behind [G] your door.
Say what's mine is mine and [Bb] not yours.
I may have too much, [F] but I'll take my chances.
Cause God's got to keep [Cm] me sore.
And you cling to the things [G] he sold you.
Didn't you cover your eyes when [Bb] they told you.
that he can't come back [F] cause he has no children.
to [Bb] come back for.
It's hard, girl.
_ There's so much pain hanging on to [Ebm] hope.
When there is no [Bb] hope, see God.
The sky's above.
_ It's much too late.
_ [Ebm] So maybe we should all be afraid [Bb] of time.
_ _ _ Mm-hmm.
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Ab] Whoa, [Bb] yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [F] _ .
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .