Verse
F#m7 B
I heard he sang a good song.
E A
I heard he had a style.
F#m7 B
And so I came to see him,
C#m
and listen for a while.
F#m7 B7
And there he was this young boy,
E G#7
a stranger to my eyes.
[Chorus]
C#m F#m B7 E
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
C#m F#m B A
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
E A
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 C#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Verse]
F#m7 B
I felt all flushed with fever,
E A
embarrassed by the crowd.
F#m7 B
I felt he found my letters
C#m
and read each one out loud.
F#m7 B7
I prayed that he would finish,
E G#7
but he just kept right on.
[Chorus]
C#m F#m B7 E
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
C#m F#m B A
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
E A
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 C#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Chorus]
C#m F#m B7 E
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
C#m F#m B A
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
E A
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 C#
Killing me softly, with his song.