Verse
Bm7 E
I heard he sang a good song.
A D
I heard he had a style.
Bm7 E
And so I came to see him,
F#m
and listen for a while.
Bm7 E7
And there he was this young boy,
A C#7
a stranger to my eyes.
[Chorus]
F#m Bm E7 A
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
F#m Bm E D
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
A D
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 F#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Verse]
Bm7 E
I felt all flushed with fever,
A D
embarrassed by the crowd.
Bm7 E
I felt he found my letters
F#m
and read each one out loud.
Bm7 E7
I prayed that he would finish,
A C#7
but he just kept right on.
[Chorus]
F#m Bm E7 A
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
F#m Bm E D
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
A D
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 F#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Chorus]
F#m Bm E7 A
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
F#m Bm E D
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
A D
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 F#
Killing me softly, with his song.