From: Ruud Everaerts (R.P.C.Everaerts@kub.nl)

He was a friend of mine
Bob Dylan

D A                  D
..He was a friend of mine
A                  D
He was a friend of mine
     G                      D
Everytime I think about him now
       F#m                  Bm
Lord I just can't keep from cryin'
      D A                D       
Cause he was a friend of mine

He died on the road
He died on the road
Well, 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've 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 hatrmed no one
And he was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Everytime I hear his name,
Lord I just can't keep from cryin'
Cause he was a friend of mine