I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him, and listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words k**ing me softly with his song k**ing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words k**ing me softly, with his song One time ya'll Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words k**ing me softly with his song k**ing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words k**ing me softly, with his song