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FRIEND OF THE POOR CompassionArt By Andy Park : Leeland Mooring Email me if you need any help: matthewcow@googlemail.com Verse1:
Fmaj7 On the Am7African plains, A young mother weeps, for her Fmaj7hungry child She prays he’ll survive, witAm7h tear-filled eyes She looks up to heaven, and Fmaj7calls your name
She pours out her pain
GYou know her nameD/F#, and you heaFmaj7r her cries Chorus: Friend of the poor,C help me through the nightG/B Help me in the fightDm7, come to my resFmaj7cue Friend of the poorC, take this skin and bonesG/B Make this heart a homeDm7, come to my resFmaj7cue
Am7 G Fmaj7 Am7 G Fmaj7 Verse2:
On the Amstreets of L.A. An old man lies in his Fmaj7cardboard home He feels so alone, with Amtear-stained eyes He looks up to heaven, and Fmaj7prays a prayer:
“Is there anyone there?”
GYou know his nameD/F# and you hear Fmaj7his cries, Chorus.
Bridge:
EmIt’s getting dark, it’s getting late It’Fmaj7s cold outside thAm7e rich mans gaDm7te And I’Cm wondering, Esus4Do you have any friends aroundE here?
Chorus.