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Sunday, 12 February 2006
A special little lyric for Tezza
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 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.
Bob Dylan
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makes you think, don't it?
A beautiful example of Bob's pre-Victoria's Secret talent.
Posted by: tezza | Tuesday, 14 March 2006
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