^Cm7 I heard- he sang^F9- a good- song ^Bb I heard he had^Eb7+ a style- ^Cm7 And so- I came^F9- to see- him To ^Gm7lis-ten- for a while- ^Cm7 And there- he was^F9- this young boy ^Bb A stranger to^D7- my eyes-

^GmStrumming my pain- with his fin^Cm7gers- ^FSinging my life- with his word^Bbs- ^GmKilling me softly with his- ^C/Esong Killing me soft-^Fly with his- ^Ebsong Telling my whole ^Bblife- with his- ^Ebwords Killing me soft-^Ably with his so^Gng-

^Cm7 I felt all flush^F9ed with fever ^Bb Embarassed by ^Eb7+the crowd ^Cm7 I felt he foun^F9d my letters And ^Gm7read each one out loud ^Cm7 I prayed that he ^F9would finish ^Bb But he just k^D7ept right on

^GmStrumming my pain- with his fin^Cm7gers- ^FSinging my life- with his word^Bbs- ^GmKilling me softly with his- ^C/Esong Killing me soft-^Fly with his- ^Ebsong Telling my whole ^Bblife- with his- ^Ebwords Killing me soft-^Ably with his so^Gng-

^Cm7He sang as if he kn^F9ew me ^BbIn all my dark de^Eb7+spair ^Cm7And then he looke^F9d right through me ^Gm7As if I wasn't there ^Cm7And he just kept on ^F9singing ^BbSinging clear an^D7d strong

^GmStrumming my pain- with his fin^Cm7gers- ^FSinging my life- with his word^Bbs- ^GmKilling me softly with his- ^C/Esong Killing me soft-^Fly with his- ^Ebsong Telling my whole ^Bblife- with his- ^Ebwords Killing me soft-^Ably with his so^Gng-

Roberta Flack - Killing me softly with his song