Verse1:
Amaj7 C#m7
On the African plains,
Amaj7
C# young mother weeps, for her hungry child
C#m7
She prays he’ll survive, with tear-filled eyes
Amaj7
She looks up to heaven, and calls your name
She pours out her pain
B F#/A# Amaj7
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus:
E B/D#
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
F#m7 Amaj7
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
E B/D#
Friend of the poor, take this skin and bones
F#m7 Amaj7
Make this heart a home, come to my rescue
C#m7 B Amaj7 C#m7 B Amaj7
Verse2:
C#m
On the streets of L.A.
Amaj7
An old man lies in his cardboard home
C#m
He feels so alone, with tear-stained eyes
Amaj7
He looks up to heaven, and prays a prayer:
“Is there anyone there?”
B F#/A# Amaj7
You know his name and you hear his cries,
Chorus.
Bridge:
G#m
It’s getting dark, it’s getting late
Amaj7 C#m7 F#m7
It’s cold outside the rich mans gate
E
And I’m wondering,
G#sus4 G#
Do you have any friends around here?
Chorus.