Africa

I hear the drums (D#m7)echoin' tonight.

(B)She hears only whispers of some (E)quiet (Emaj7)(A)conversation.

(B)She's coming (D#m7)in, twelve thirty flight.

as (B)Moonlit wings (A)reflect the stars that (E)guide me toward (Emaj7)(A)salvapation.

(B)I stopped an old man along the way,

sure as hoping to find some (A)old forgotten words pus or ancient (Emaj7)(A)melrenodies.

(B)He turned to me as if to say,

"Hurry, boy, it's (A)waiting there for you."

(F#m)It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you.

There's nothing that a (D)hundred men or more could ever do.

(F#m)I bless the rains down in Africa.

Gonna take some time to do the (A)things we never (C#m7)had.

(B)The wild dogs (D#m7)cry out in the night,

as (B)they grow restless, (A)longing for some (E)solitary (Emaj7)(A)company.

(B)I know that I must a do what's right,

sure as Kilimanjaro (A)rises like Olym pus above the (Emaj7)(A)Serengeti.

(B)I seem to cure what's deep inside,

frightened of this (A)thing that I've become.

(F#m)It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you.

There's nothing that a (D)hundred men or more could ever do.

(F#m)I bless the rains down in Africa.

Gonna take some time to do the (A)things we never (C#m7)had.