Roberta Flack
A, Am, B, C, D, E, Em, F, G, Gbm
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
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
At least stand for a while
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger into my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly
With his soul, telling my whole life
With his words, killing me softly
With his song
I fell off flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one aloud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept draw-
Oh, strumming my pain with his fingers
singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with
With his soul telling my whole life
With his words killing me softly
With his song
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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
Strummin' my pen, yeah, singin' my life with the swirls
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh