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.
Compositor: Robert Dylan (Dylan Bob) (SESAC)Editor: Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #2413081 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM