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