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Cigar Smokin' Patriot
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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 From a sixth floor window a gunner shot him down He was 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 He was a friend of mine. 50 years have gone by, but he will always be remembered.
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