Verse1:
F#maj7 A#m7
On the African plains,
F#maj7
A# young mother weeps, for her hungry child
A#m7
She prays he’ll survive, with tear-filled eyes
F#maj7
She looks up to heaven, and calls your name
She pours out her pain
G# D#/G F#maj7
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus:
C# G#/C
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
D#m7 F#maj7
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
C# G#/C
Friend of the poor, take this skin and bones
D#m7 F#maj7
Make this heart a home, come to my rescue
A#m7 G# F#maj7 A#m7 G# F#maj7
Verse2:
A#m
On the streets of L.A.
F#maj7
An old man lies in his cardboard home
A#m
He feels so alone, with tear-stained eyes
F#maj7
He looks up to heaven, and prays a prayer:
“Is there anyone there?”
G# D#/G F#maj7
You know his name and you hear his cries,
Chorus.
Bridge:
Fm
It’s getting dark, it’s getting late
F#maj7 A#m7 D#m7
It’s cold outside the rich mans gate
C#
And I’m wondering,
Fsus4 F
Do you have any friends around here?
Chorus.