Verse1:
Emaj7 G#m7
On the African plains,
Emaj7
G# young mother weeps, for her hungry child
G#m7
She prays he’ll survive, with tear-filled eyes
Emaj7
She looks up to heaven, and calls your name
She pours out her pain
F# C#/F Emaj7
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus:
B F#/A#
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
C#m7 Emaj7
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
B F#/A#
Friend of the poor, take this skin and bones
C#m7 Emaj7
Make this heart a home, come to my rescue
G#m7 F# Emaj7 G#m7 F# Emaj7
Verse2:
G#m
On the streets of L.A.
Emaj7
An old man lies in his cardboard home
G#m
He feels so alone, with tear-stained eyes
Emaj7
He looks up to heaven, and prays a prayer:
“Is there anyone there?”
F# C#/F Emaj7
You know his name and you hear his cries,
Chorus.
Bridge:
D#m
It’s getting dark, it’s getting late
Emaj7 G#m7 C#m7
It’s cold outside the rich mans gate
B
And I’m wondering,
D#sus4 D#
Do you have any friends around here?
Chorus.