Chords for God Doesn't Listen to the Odds
Tempo:
63.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#m
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] Every morning before his plow touches dirt, he stops in at the altar [A] of the Mount Zion church.
[E] It would take a [A] week of hard [F#m] rain to save his [E] land, and with zero [A] chance in the forecast,
[F#m] he folds his cracked [E] hands.
Might [D] seem impossible, [A] but [E] still he acts.
[B]
[E] God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B]
[E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God doesn't [B] listen [E] to the odds.
[A] [E] He remembers that evening, [A] Dog Gala shook his hand.
[E] She won't make it through the [A] night.
Son, I did [E] my best.
That was 47 [A] years last Tuesday.
[F#m] She's still by his side today.
[E] So [A] that old farmer [F#m] knows what can happen when you pray.
[E] Cause [D] he's watched mountains [A] move.
What's [B] a little rain?
[E] God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] [E] against us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but [B] God doesn't listen [E] to the [A] [F#] odds.
[D] He sits [A]
[E] there waiting on the sound [D] of [A] Hallelujah.
[F#m] He [E] [F#m] ain't coming down.
[B]
[E] He doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the [C#m] streets where angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [C] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [Bm] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God [B] doesn't listen to [E] the [A] odds.
[E] [A]
[E]
[E] [A]
[E] Every morning before his plow touches dirt, he stops in at the altar [A] of the Mount Zion church.
[E] It would take a [A] week of hard [F#m] rain to save his [E] land, and with zero [A] chance in the forecast,
[F#m] he folds his cracked [E] hands.
Might [D] seem impossible, [A] but [E] still he acts.
[B]
[E] God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B]
[E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God doesn't [B] listen [E] to the odds.
[A] [E] He remembers that evening, [A] Dog Gala shook his hand.
[E] She won't make it through the [A] night.
Son, I did [E] my best.
That was 47 [A] years last Tuesday.
[F#m] She's still by his side today.
[E] So [A] that old farmer [F#m] knows what can happen when you pray.
[E] Cause [D] he's watched mountains [A] move.
What's [B] a little rain?
[E] God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] [E] against us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but [B] God doesn't listen [E] to the [A] [F#] odds.
[D] He sits [A]
[E] there waiting on the sound [D] of [A] Hallelujah.
[F#m] He [E] [F#m] ain't coming down.
[B]
[E] He doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the [C#m] streets where angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [C] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [Bm] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God [B] doesn't listen to [E] the [A] odds.
[E] [A]
[E]
Key:
E
A
B
F#m
C#m
E
A
B
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[E] Every morning before his plow touches dirt, he stops in at the altar [A] of the Mount Zion church.
[E] It would take a [A] week of hard [F#m] rain to save his [E] land, and with zero [A] chance in the forecast,
[F#m] he folds his cracked [E] hands.
Might [D] seem impossible, [A] but [E] still he acts.
[B] _ _
[E] _ God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B]
[E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God doesn't [B] listen [E] to the odds.
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] He remembers that evening, [A] Dog Gala shook his hand.
[E] She won't make it through the [A] night.
Son, I did [E] my best.
That was 47 [A] years last Tuesday.
[F#m] She's still by his side today.
_ [E] So [A] that old farmer [F#m] knows what can happen when you pray.
[E] Cause [D] he's watched mountains [A] move.
What's [B] a little rain?
_ _ [E] _ God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] [E] against us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but [B] God doesn't listen [E] to the [A] [F#] odds.
[D] He sits [A] _
[E] there waiting on the sound [D] of [A] Hallelujah.
[F#m] He [E] [F#m] ain't coming down.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ He doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the [C#m] streets where angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [C] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [Bm] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God _ [B] doesn't listen to [E] the [A] odds. _
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[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[E] Every morning before his plow touches dirt, he stops in at the altar [A] of the Mount Zion church.
[E] It would take a [A] week of hard [F#m] rain to save his [E] land, and with zero [A] chance in the forecast,
[F#m] he folds his cracked [E] hands.
Might [D] seem impossible, [A] but [E] still he acts.
[B] _ _
[E] _ God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B]
[E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God doesn't [B] listen [E] to the odds.
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] He remembers that evening, [A] Dog Gala shook his hand.
[E] She won't make it through the [A] night.
Son, I did [E] my best.
That was 47 [A] years last Tuesday.
[F#m] She's still by his side today.
_ [E] So [A] that old farmer [F#m] knows what can happen when you pray.
[E] Cause [D] he's watched mountains [A] move.
What's [B] a little rain?
_ _ [E] _ God doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the streets where [C#m] angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] [E] against us, he ain't [Am] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [B] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but [B] God doesn't listen [E] to the [A] [F#] odds.
[D] He sits [A] _
[E] there waiting on the sound [D] of [A] Hallelujah.
[F#m] He [E] [F#m] ain't coming down.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ He doesn't listen [A] to the odds.
He made the [C#m] streets where angels trod.
When the [E] facts come abstract [F#m] against [E] us, he ain't [C] concerned with [B] [E] circumstances.
He's bigger [A] than all.
He loves it [C#m] when we ask, and [E] he hears every [Bm] prayer from every [F#] [E] heart.
[A] Oh, but God _ [B] doesn't listen to [E] the [A] odds. _
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