Lisa Cimorelli - Africa

^EIt's gonna take a lot to drag me a^Bway from ^F#you ^G#mThere's nothing that a h^Eundred men or m^Bore could eve^F#r do ^G#mI bless the r^Eains down in Afr^F#ica ^G#mGonna take some t^Eime to do the th^Bings we never ^D#mhad (^G#mooh, ^Booh)

^C#I hear the drums echoing t^A#monight ^A#mBut she hears only w^Bhispers of some ^D#mquiet ^A#mconvers^Batio^D#mn ^C#She's coming in, 12:^A#m30 flight ^A#mThe moonlit wings re^Bflect the stars that g^D#muide me towards ^A#msalvat^Bion^{D#m C#}I stopped an old ^A#mman along the way ^A#mHoping to find some ^Bold forgotten w^D#mords or ancient ^A#mmelodi^Bes ^{D#m C#}He turned to me as if to ^A#msay, "Hurry boy, it's w^Baiting there for^D#m you"

^G#mIt's gonna take a l^Eot to drag me a^Bway from ^F#you ^G#mThere's nothing that a h^Eundred men or m^Bore could ever^F# do ^G#mI bless the r^Eains down in ^BAfri^F#ca ^G#mGonna take some t^Eime to do the t^Bhings we never ^D#mhad ^F(o^G#moh, ^Boo^D#mh)

^C#The wild dogs cry out in^A#m the night ^A#mAs they grow restless, ^Blonging for some soli^D#mtary ^A#mcomp^Bany^{D#m C}I know that I must ^A#mdo what's right ^A#mAs sure as Kilimanjaro r^Bises like Ol^D#mympus above the ^A#mSeren^Bget^D#mi ^C#I seek to cure what's deep ^A#minside, frightened of this ^Bthing that I've ^D#mbecome

^G#mIt's gonna take a l^Eot to drag me a^Bway from ^F#you (drag me away) ^G#mThere's nothing that a h^Eundred men or m^Bore could ever^F# do ^G#mI bless the r^Eains down in ^BAfri^F#ca (I bless the rains) ^G#mI bless the r^Eains down in ^BAfri^F#ca (I bless the rains) ^G#mI bless the r^Eains down in ^BAfri^F#ca (down in Africa) ^G#mGonna take some t^Eime to do the t^Bhings we never ^D#mhad ^F(o^G#moh, ^Boo^D#mh)