Man on the Street

Man on the Street - Bob Dylan

Ill sing you a song ain't very long

Bout an old man who never done wrong

How he died nobody can say

They found him dead in the street one day

Well the crowd they gathered one fine morn

At the man whose clothes n shoes were torn

There on the sidewalk he did lay

They stopped n stared n walked their way

Well the pliceman 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

Bout an old man who never done wrong

How he died no one can say

They found him dead in the street one day