Jolene < Songs > Knocking On Heavens Door
| Em | Am |
| Strumming my face with his | fingers |
| D7 | G |
| Singing my life with his | words |
| Em | A |
| Killing me softly with | his song |
| D | C |
| Killing me | softly with | his song |
| G | C |
| Telling my | whole life with | his words |
| Am7 Am7 | E | E |
| Killing me | softly with his | song | |
| Am7 | D | G | C |
| I heard he | sang a good song, | I heard he | had a style |
| Am7 | D | Em | Em |
| And so I | came to see him and | listen for a | while |
| Am7 | D7 | G | B7 |
| And there he | was this young boy, | a stranger | to my eyes |
| Am7 | D | G | C |
| I felt all | flushed with fever, | embarrassed | by the crowd |
| Am7 | D | Em | Em |
| I felt he | found my letters, and | read each one out | loud |
| Am7 | D7 | G | B7 |
| I prayed that | he would finish, | but he just | kept right on |
| Am7 | D | G | C |
| He sang as | if he knew me, | in all my | dark despair |
| Am7 | D | Em | Em |
| And the he | looked right through me, | as if I wasn't | there |
| Am7 | D7 | G | B7 |
| And he just | kept on singing, | singing | clear and strong |
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