He Was a Friend of Mine
Writen by: Traditional
He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Every time I think about him now
Lord I just can´t keep from cryin´
´Cause he was a friend of mine
He died on the road
He died on the road
He never had enough money
To pay his room or board
And he was a friend of mine
I stole away and cried
I stole away and cried
´Cause I never had too much money
And I never been quite satisfied
And he was a friend of mine
He never done no wrong
He never done no wrong
A thousand miles from home
And he never harmed no one
And he was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Every time I hear his name
Lord I just can´t keep from cryin´
´Cause he was a friend of mine
Published in Albums

1991
The Bootleg Series Volumes 1–3 (Rare & Unreleased) 1961–1991
Columbia
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