Intro
Am7 F
Verse 1
Am7
On the African plains
F
A young mother weeps for her hungry child she prays he'll survive
Am7 F
With tear-filled eyes, she looks up to heaven and calls your name
no chords
She pours out her pain
Pre-chorus
G D/F# F
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus
C G
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
Dm7 F
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
C G
Friend of the poor, take these skin and bones
Dm7 Bb F
Give this heart a home, come to my rescue
Am7 F
Friend of the poor
Verse 2
Am7
On the streets of L.A.
F
An old man lies in his cardboard home, he feels so alone
Am7
With tear-stained eyes, He looks up to heaven
F
And prays a prayer, is anyone there
no chords
You know his name, and you hear his cries
Bridge
Em Em7
It's getting dark, it's getting late
F Am Dm7
It's cold outside the rich man's gate
C/E Esus4 E
And I'm wondering do you have any friends around here
Friend Of The Poor Lyrics:
Verse 1
On the African plains
A young mother weeps for her hungry child she prays he'll survive
With tear-filled eyes, she looks up to heaven and calls your name
no chords
She pours out her pain
Pre-chorus
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
Friend of the poor, take these skin and bones
Give this heart a home, come to my rescue
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 anyone there
no chords
You know his name, and you hear his cries
Bridge
It's getting dark, it's getting late
It's cold outside the rich man's gate
And I'm wondering do you have any friends around here
On the African plains
A young mother weeps for her hungry child she prays he'll survive
With tear-filled eyes, she looks up to heaven and calls your name
no chords
She pours out her pain
Pre-chorus
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
Friend of the poor, take these skin and bones
Give this heart a home, come to my rescue
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 anyone there
no chords
You know his name, and you hear his cries
Bridge
It's getting dark, it's getting late
It's cold outside the rich man's gate
And I'm wondering do you have any friends around here
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Last reviewed by: Lucas Barnett
