Friends Of The Poor

Fmaj7       Am7
     On the African plains,
                              Fmaj7
A young mother weeps, for her hungry child
                              Am7
She prays he’ll survive, with tear-filled eyes
                            Fmaj7
She looks up to heaven, and calls your name

She pours out her pain
G                D/F#         Fmaj7
You know her name, and you hear her cries

Chorus:
                   C                         G/B
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
                    Dm7             Fmaj7
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
                  C                         G/B
Friend of the poor, take this skin and bones
                      Dm7             Fmaj7
Make this heart a home, come to my rescue

Am7  G  Fmaj7  Am7  G  Fmaj7

Verse2:
       Am
On the streets of L.A.
                       Fmaj7
An old man lies in his cardboard home
                        Am
He feels so alone, with tear-stained eyes
                           Fmaj7
He looks up to heaven, and prays a prayer:

“Is there anyone there?”
G                D/F#          Fmaj7
You know his name and you hear his cries,

Chorus.

Bridge:
Em
It’s getting dark, it’s getting late
     Fmaj7            Am7           Dm7
It’s cold outside the rich mans gate
        C
And I’m wondering,
Esus4                         E
Do you have any friends around here?