Praying For Time
Carrie UnderwoodVersion1
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Chords in this song
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These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much but well take our chances
Cause God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
And turned his back
And all Gods children
Crept out the back door
And its hard to love
Theres so much to hate
Hanging onto hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Oh maybe we should all be praying for time
This is the year of the empty hand
Oh you hold onto what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
These are the days of the guilty man
your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say whats mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
But Ill take my chances cause God stopped keeping score
And youll cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he cant come back
Cause he has no children
to come back for
And its hard to love when theres so much to hate
And hanging onto hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much, much too late
Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
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Readable chord sheet for Praying For Time by Carrie Underwood
[D] [Gm] [D] [Bb6] [A7] [D] These are the days of the open h[A/D]and They will not be the l[Am/D]ast Look around now These [Gm]are[D] the days of the b[Bb6]eggars a[C]nd the ch[D]oosers This is the year of the hungry [A/D]man Whose place is in the [Am/D]past Hand in hand with [Gm]ign[D]orance and le[Bb6]gitimate[C] excus[Em]es The rich declare themselves p[B7]oor And most of us are not s[Em7/D]ure If we have too much but well t[A7]ake our chances Cause God stopped k[B7]eeping sc[Em]ore I guess somewhere along the w[B7]ay He must have let us all out to [Em7/D]play And turned his back And a[A7]ll Gods children Crept [G/B]out the b[D]ack door And its hard to love [A/D] Theres so much to hate [Am/D] Hanging onto hope [Gm] [D] When there [Bb6]is no h[C]ope to sp[D]eak of And the wounded skies a[A/D]bove Say its much too l[Am/D]ate Oh [Gm]may[D]be we should [Bb6]all be pr[C]aying for t[D]ime [Gm] [D] [Bb6] [A7] [D] This is the year of the empty h[A/D]and Oh you hold onto what you [Am/D]can And charity is a [Gm]coa[D]t you wear t[Bb6]wice a y[C]ear [D] These are the days of the guilty [A/D]man your television takes a [Am/D]stand And you find t[Gm]hat[D] what was over t[Bb6]here Is o[C]ver he[Em]re So you scream from behind your d[B7]oor Say whats mine is mine and not y[Em7/D]ours I may have too much But Ill t[A7]ake my chances cause God stopped ke[B7]eping s[Em]core And youll cling to the things they s[B7]old you Did you cover your eyes when they t[Em7/D]old you That he cant come back Cause he [A7]has no children to c[G/B]ome back f[D]or And its hard to love [A/D] when theres so much to hate [Am/D] And hanging onto hope [Gm] [D] When there [Bb6]is no h[C]ope to sp[D]eak of And the wounded skies ab[A/D]ove Say its much, much [Am/D]too late Mm, well [Gm]may[D]be we should[Bb6] all be p[C]raying [D] for ti[Gm]me [D] [A7] [D]