Ballad for a Friend
BOB DYLAN
Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track,
Watchin' that old smokestack.
Train is a-leavin' but it won't be back.
Years ago we hang around,
Watchin' trains roll through the town.
Now that train is a-graveyard bound.
Where we go up in that North country,
Lakes and streams and mines so free,
I had no better friend than he.
Something happened to him that day,
I thought I heard a stranger say,
I hung my head and stole away.
A diesel truck was headin' down,
Pullin' down a heavy load.
It left him on a Utah road.
They carried him back to his home town,
His mother cried, his sister moaned,
Listenin' to them church bells tone.
A diesel truck was rollin' slow,
Pullin' down a heavy load.
And it left him on a Utah road.