Roberta Flack - Killing me Softly

Am7        D
I heard he sang a good song.      
G          C                        
I heard he had a style.            
Am7      D                        
And so I came to see him,         
    Em                            
and listen for a while.          
Am7              D                 
And there he was this young boy        
G          B7
a stranger to my eyes.


Em                         Am7
Strumming my pain with his fingers
D                        G      6th: 3,2,0
singing my life with his words.
Em                         A7
Killing me softly with his song
           D               C
killing me softly with his song.
           G                   C
Telling my whole life with his words 
           F                E4   E
killing me softly, with his soooong.


Am7        D
I felt all flushed with fever 
G           C 
embarrassed by the crowd.
Am7       D
I felt he found my letters 
    Em
and read each one out loud.
Am7           D
I prayed that he would finish
G           B7
but he just kept right on.


Am7        D
He sang as if knew me 
G         C 
in all my dark despair.
Am7         D
And then he looked right through me
   Em
as if I wasn't there.
Am7         D
And he just kept on singing 
G       B7
singing clear and strong