Carrie Underwood

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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/D are 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/D ignorance 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 we'll 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 God's 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/D maybe 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/D coat 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/D hat 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 I'll t ^A7 ake my chances cause God stopped ke ^B7 eping s ^Em core
And you'll 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/D maybe we should ^Bb6 all be p ^C raying ^D for ti ^Gm/D me ^{A7 D}