von Roberta Flack
-- Chorus
E-
Strumming my pain with his
A-
fingers
D7
Singing my life with his
G
words
E-
Killing me softly with
A/C#
his song
Killing me
D
softly with
C
his song
Telling my
G
whole life with
C
his words
Killing me
F^
softly
with his
E
song
-- Verse
A-7
I heard he
D
sang a good song
G
I heard he
C
had a style
A-7
And so I
D
came to see him
to
E-
listen for a while
A-7
And there he
D7
was, this young boy,
G
a stranger
B7
to my eyes
-- Chorus
E-
Strumming my pain with his
A-
fingers
D7
Singing my life with his
G
words
E-
Killing me softly with
A/C#
his song
Killing me
D
softly with
C
his song
Telling my
G
whole life with
C
his words
Killing me
F^
softly
with his
E
song
-- Verse
I felt all flushed with fever,
embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
but he just kept right on
-- Chorus
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
with his song
-- Verse
He sang as if he knew me
in all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
as if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
-- Chorus
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
with his song
-- Bridge
(Interlude)
-- Chorus
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
with his song