Verse 1

Emaj7 Emaj7

Ah, mercy, mercy me,

Dbm7 Dbm7 F#m7

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no.

F#m7

Where did all the blue skies go?

Amaj7 Amaj7

Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east.

Verse 2

Mercy, mercy me,

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no.

Oil wasted on the ocean and upon

our seas fish full of mercury,

Verse 3

Oh, mercy, mercy me.

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no, no.

Radiation underground and in the sky;

animals and birds who live near by are dying.

Verse 5

Oh, mercy, mercy me.

Ah, things ain't what they used to be.

What about this over crowded land?

How much more abuse from man can she stand?