Man On The Street
Bob Dylan - adapted from The Young Man Who Wouldn't Hoe His Corn

I’ll sing you a song, it ain’t very long
About an old man who never done wrong
How he died nobody can say
They found him dead in the street on day

Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn
At the man whose clothes and shoes were torn
There on the sidewalk he did lay
They stopped and stared and walked their way

Well, the policeman come and he looked around:
Get up, old man, or I’m a-takin’ you down
He jabbed him once with his billy club
And the old man then rolled off the curb

Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said:
Call the wagon, this man is dead
The wagon come they loaded him in
I never saw the man again

I’ve sung you my song, it ain’t very long
About an old man who never done wrong
How he died nobody can say
They found him dead in the street on day



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