Verse
Em7 A
I heard he sang a good song.
D G
I heard he had a style.
Em7 A
And so I came to see him,
Bm
and listen for a while.
Em7 A7
And there he was this young boy,
D F#7
a stranger to my eyes.
[Chorus]
Bm Em A7 D
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
Bm Em A G
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
D G
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 B
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Verse]
Em7 A
I felt all flushed with fever,
D G
embarrassed by the crowd.
Em7 A
I felt he found my letters
Bm
and read each one out loud.
Em7 A7
I prayed that he would finish,
D F#7
but he just kept right on.
[Chorus]
Bm Em A7 D
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
Bm Em A G
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
D G
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 B
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Chorus]
Bm Em A7 D
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
Bm Em A G
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
D G
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 B
Killing me softly, with his song.