American Folk - He Was a Friend of Mine

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 crying

'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 crying

'Cause he was a friend of mine