Max Stalling - Times Hand In Your Pocket guitar chord

TIME’S HAND IN YOUR POCKET

MAX STALLING

CAPO III

(Am)IT’S THE SAG IN THE(C)TIMBERS OF AN(G)ABANDONED LINE(Em)SHACK

THE (Am)CONSPICUOUS(C)HUMP OF A(G)GRAY WOMAN’S(Em)BACK

IT’S THE(Am)WEEDS IN THE(C)RAILS OF THE(G)BURLINGTON(Em)TRACK

IT’S THE(Am)KNOWING THAT(C)YESTERDAY CAN NEVER COME(D)BACK

(Am)LIKE THE WINDMILL(C)THAT’S HARNESSED THE(G)BREEZE FOR(Em)YEARS

TILL THE(Am)GUSTS AND THE(C)RUST HAVE(G)RUINED IT’S(Em)GEARS

IT’S A(Am)FADED OUT(C)MAP FROM WHEN THE(G)STEEL RAILS STILL(Em)SHOWN

IT’S A(Am)WELL WORN OLD(C)RIDING HORSE THAT SOME KIDS(D)OUTGROWN

IT’S TIME’S (G) HAND IN YOUR (Bm) POCKET TAKING (Em) ALL THAT YOU OWN

(G) IT’S THE FRIO TOWN (Bm) COURTHOUSE LEFT TO (Em) STAND ALL ALONE

(G) IT’S THE AGE OF THE (Bm) COWBOY WHEN THERE’S (Em) NO OLD WEST LEFT

(Am) WHERE WE GO FROM (C) HERE BOYS IS ANYONE’S (D) GUESS, I GUESS

IT’S A WHORES REALIZATION THAT HER BEAUTY WILL SPOIL

IT’S A WILDCATTER’S NIGHTMARE THAT THERE IS NO MORE OIL

IT’S THE HILL’S AND THE PRAIRIES DISSECTED WITH ROADS

IT’S THE FUTURE, THE DAMNED FUTURE, AND IT’S AN ILL WIND THAT BODES

IT’S TIME‘S HAND IN YOUR POCKET TAKING ALL THE YOU OWN

IT’S THE GAMBLERS TIRED EYES WHEN HIS LAST CARD IS THROWN

IT’S THE AGE OF THE COWBOY WHEN THERE’S NO OLD WEST LEFT

WHERE WE GO FROM HERE BOYS IS ANYONE’S GUESS, I GUESS

THE OLD MOUNTAIN MAN HAS SEEN HIS LAST FIRST SNOW

THE DRIED UP OLD POET HE KNOWS HIS LAST RHYME HAS FLOWED

I DON’T BELIEVE THINGS LIVE JUST TO DIE

BUT I JUST DON’T THINK I’LL EVER UNDERSTAND WHY

IT’S TIME’S HAND IN YOUR POCKET TAKING ALL THAT YOU OWN

LIKE THE WAVE ROBS THE SHORELINE AND THE WIND CARVES THE STONE

IT’S THE AGE OF THE COWBOY WHEN THERE’S NO OLD WEST LEFT

(Am) WHERE WE GO FROM (C) HERE BOYS

(Am) WHERE THE HELL ARE WE (C) NOW BOYS

(Am) WHAT’LL WE DO (C) NOW BOYS IS ANYONE’S (D) GUESS, I GUESS

(N/C) I’D SURE HATE TO (Am) GUESS