He was, he was a friend of mine
He was, he was a friend of mine
Now he's dead and gone
This morning my best friend was sleeping in his bed
His face like a jewel and he was dead
He liked to play games or push me on a swing
Or push me on a merry-go-round, so round and round
He liked to play games or push me on a swing
Or push me on a merry-go-round, so round and round
Writer(s): Bob Weir, Philip Lesh, William Kreutzmann, Jerome Garcia, Ronald Charles Mc Kernan
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