A D A D G D A D A D G D Bm You harbor resentment C#m Bm A You know there ain’t too much of a thrill Bm You wish for contentment C#m D A But you got an emptiness that can’t be filled Bm7 C#m7 You’ve had enough of hatred D D/E Your bones are breaking, can’t find nothing sacred A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed E A E D G D In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows E A E D G D The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes A D A D G D A D A D G D And ye shall be changed Bm Everything you’ve gotten C#m Bm A You’ve gotten by sweat, blood and muscle Bm From early in the morning C#m D A ’Til way past dark all you ever do is hustle Bm7 C#m7 All your loved ones have walked out the door D D/E You’re not even sure ’bout your wife and kids no more, but A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed E A E D G D In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows E A E D G D The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes A D A D G D A D A D G D And ye shall be changed A D A D A7 D A7 D Bm The past don’t control you C#m Bm A But the future’s like a roulette wheel spinning Bm Deep down inside C#m Bm7 A You know you need a whole new beginning Bm7 C#m7 Don’t have to go to Russia or Iran D D/E Just surrender to God and He’ll move you right here where you stand, and A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed E A E D G D In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows E A E D G D The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes A D A D G D A D A D G D And ye shall be changed Bm You drink bitter water C#m Bm A And you been eating the bread of sorrow Bm You can’t live for today C#m Bm A When all you’re ever thinking of is tomorrow Bm7 C#m7 The path you’ve endured has been rough D D/E When you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, then A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed A D A D G D A D A D G D Ye shall be changed E A E D G D In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows E A E D G D The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes A D A D G D A D A D G D And ye shall be changed A D A D G D A D A D G D
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