He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Never had the money
to pay for his fine
He was a friend of mine

I don’t know where he came from
I don’t know where he came from
One day he was there
the next he was gone
He was a friend of mine

He never done no wrong
He never done no wrong
He was just a poor boy
a long way from home
and he was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
When I hear his name
I just can’t keep from crying
He was a friend of mine

-Old cowboy song

In memory of Richard Bartrop.

Strive to create for “The Night Cometh When No Man Can Work” ---John Lockwood Kipling