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