Verse 1:
Am7
On the African plains,
Fmaj7
A young mother weeps for her hungry child,
She prays he'll survive.
Am7
Tearfilled eyes,
Fmaj7
She looks up to heaven, calls Your name,
She pours out her pain.
G D/F#
You know her name,
Fmaj7
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,
[1.& 2.]
Dm7 Fmaj7
Make this heart a home; Come to my rescue,
Am7 G Fmaj7/A Am7 G Fmaj7/A
Friend of the poor.
[Last time]
Dm7 F Fmaj7
Make this heart a home; Come to my rescue,
Am7 G Fmaj7/A Am7 G Fmaj7/A
Friend of the poor.
Verse 2:
On the streets of L.A.
An old man lies in his cardboard home;
He feels so alone.
With tear-stained eyes
He looks up to heaven
And prays a prayer:
"Is there anyone there?"
You know his name and You hear his cries.
Mid section:
Em
It's getting dark, it's getting late,
Fmaj7 Am7 Dm7
It's cold outside the rich man's gate;
C Esus4 E Fmaj7
And I'm wondering, do you have any friends around here?
Who are friends of the poor. . .