He died on the road
He died on the road
He never had 'nough money
To pay his room or board
An' he was a friend of mine.
I stole away an' cried
I stole away an' cried
'Cause i never had too much
money
An' i never been quite satisfied
An' he was a friend of mine.
He never done no wrong
He never done no wrong
A thousand miles from home
An' he never harmed no one
An' 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.
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