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