Abe Wassenstein

He lived on a rock and you know he died upon a road You know he died upon a roll I sit and stare I say a prayer It's a kind of, it's a kind of prayer for a friend of mine He was a friend you know he was a friend He was a friend, friend of mine When I sit and stare, say a kind of prayer Say in song for a friend of mine 'cause he was, he was a friend of mine Yes ah yes he was name's Abe Wassenstein Well I sit and stare I say a kind of prayer Say a prayer for Abe Wassenstеin Well I sit and stare I say a kind of prayer I sing a kind of prayеr for Abe Wassenstein That kid's got the blues, yeah, Abe Wassenstein