The Byrds — He Was a Friend of Mine

He was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine His killing had no purpose No reason, or rhyme He was a friend of mine He was in Dallas town He was in Dallas town Form a sixth floor window A gunner shot him down He died in Dallas town He never knew my name He never knew my name Though I never met him I knew him just the same Oh, he was a friend of mine Leader of a nation For such a precious time Oh, he was a friend of mine