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   alles-uke.de