Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softlyadd

C#m                        F#m
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
   B                     Emaj7
Singing my life with his words.
   C#m                      F#7
Killing me softly with his song,
             B          A
Killing me softly with his song;
              Emaj7          Amaj7
telling my whole life, with his words,
           Dmaj7               C#7
Killing me softly with his song.

F#m7         B
I heard he sang a good song,
Emaj7            Amaj7
I heard he had a style,
F#m7       B                    C#m        C#m7
And so I went to see him and listen for awhile.
F#m7           B
And there he was this young boy
Emaj7      G#7
A stranger to my eyes.

Nak.

F#m7        B
I felt all flushed with fever,
Emaj7     Amaj7
Embarassed by the crowd.
F#m7         B
I felt he found my letters,
C#m                    C#m7
And read each one out loud.
F#m7           B
I prayed that he would finish,
Emaj7        G#7
But he just kept right on.

Nak.

F#m7        B
He sang as if he knew me,
Emaj7     Amaj7
In all my dark despair.
F#m7            B
And then he looked right through me as if,
C#m             C#m7
As if I wasn't there.
F#m7      B
He just kept right on,
Emaj7    G#7
Singin' loud and strong.