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(Toto)
F Am x4
G Bm Em
I hear the drums echoin tonight
G F Am Em F Am
She has only whispers of some quiet conversa - tion
G Bm Em
She's coming in twelve thirthy flight
G F Am
the moolight winds reflect the stars that guide me
Em F Am
toward salva – tion
G Bm Em
I stopped an old man along the way
G F Am Em
Hoping to find some old forgotten words of ancient melo-
F Am
dies
G Bm Em
He turned to me as if to say
F Am
hurry boy it's waiting there for you
Dm Bb F C
Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Dm Bb F C
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
Dm Bb F C
I bless the rains down in Africa
Dm Bb F Am C Dm C
Gonna take some time to do the things we never ha-a-ad
F Am x4
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary compa-ny
I know that I must do what's right
Sure as kilimangiaro rises like olimpus above the serangeti
G Bm Em
I seek to cure what's deep inside
F Am
Frightened of this thing that I've become
Solo:
G Bm Em G F Am Em F ^ Am
G Bm Em F Am
hurry boy it's waiting there for you
Dm Bb F C
Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Dm Bb F C
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
Dm Bb F C
I bless the rains down in Africa
Dm Bb F C
I bless the rains down in Africa
Dm Bb F C
I bless the rains down in Africa
Dm Bb F C
I bless the rains down in Africa
Dm Bb F C
I bless the rains down in Africa
Dm Bb F Am C Dm C
Gonna take some time to do the things we never ha-a-ad
F Am x4