From the recording I Didn't Want to Break It
Music and lyrics by Anne Janelle
Produced by James Hill
Lyrics
Friend of Mine
He smelled of smoke and broken dreams
His story had some lonely scenes
but he was doing fine
Couldn't always pay his rent
He'd been bruised and he'd been bent
But he was a friend of mine
Ohhh ... a friend of mine
Lost his temper, lost his wife
Mercy only called him twice
But he was doing fine
He suffered like the wind and cold
Him and his heavy heart of gold
He was a friend of mine
Ohhh ... a friend of mine
Rugged looks, gentle touch
Never seemed to ask for much
He was doing fine
Now every time I hear his name
I cry, isn't it a shame?
He was doing fine
Ohhh ... that friend of mine