I had a friend, he knew how to make the tears stop,
Wants all to end; used a stout rope and a short drop,
Did the hangman's hop.

I had a friend, his tears turned to blood,
Fingers, blackened end,
Rope soaks up the flood,
Turn red the mud.

I had a friend, his eyes locked in a stare,
I stood at the end, lost in my hands, crying there,
Guess he didn't care.

I had a friend; we laughed, we fought, we cried,
Came to an end the day the friendship died,
Six pall men looking dignified.

Pour dirt on the coffin,
Put an end to the lie,
It is better to hurt often than it is to die.

I had a friend,
The family sat and cried at the service end, the day the friendship died,
All of Heaven cried.