Man on the Street
-Bob Dylan

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

Well, the crowd 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 they went their way

Well, the policeman come and he looked around
"Get up old man or I'm taking you down"
He jabbed him once with his bully club
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

Well, 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 on the street one day