| A | E | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | A | |
| He | was a fr | iend of m | ine |
| A | E | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | A | |
| He | was a fr | iend of m | ine |
| A | F#m | D | E | |
| His ki | lling has no pu | rpose, no re | ason or rh | yme |
| A | E | D | A | Asus | 4 | A | Asus4 | A | |
| He | was a fri | end of m | ine |
| He was in Dallas town |
| He was in Dallas town |
| >From 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 |
| A | F#m | D | E | |
| The le | ader of a na | tion for s | uch a precious ti | me |
| A | E | D | A | |
| Oh | he | was a fr | iend of m | ine |
| Asus4: x 0 2 2 3 0 |
| (from Turn! Turn! Turn!, 1966. The Byrds also do a newer |
| verion, recorded in 1990 and on their box set) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |