| Em | Am | |
| Strumming my pain with his fin | gers |
| D7 | G | |
| singing my life with his word | s |
| Em | A | |
| killing me softly with h | is song |
| D | C | |
| killing me soft | ly with his | song |
| G | C | |
| telling my | whole life with his | words. |
| Esus4 | |
| Killing me soft | ly |
| E | |
| with his song | . |
| Am7 | D | |
| I heard he sa | ng a good song |
| G | C | |
| I heard he | had a style |
| Am7 | D | |
| and so I ca | me to see him |
| Em | |
| and | listen for a while. |
| Am7 | D7 | |
| And there he wa | s this young boy |
| G | B7 | |
| a stranger | to my eyes. |
| (Chorus) |
| I felt all flushed with fever |
| embarrassed by the crowd. |
| I felt he found my letters |
| and read each one out loud. |
| I prayed that he would finish |
| but he just kept right on. |
| (Chorus) |
| He sang as if he knew me |
| in all my dark despair. |
| And then he looked right through me |
| as if I wasn't there. |
| And he just kept on singing |
| singing clear and strong. |
| (Chorus) |
| **** |
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