Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan - Man on the street lyrics

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I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,
ÔBout 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 p'liceman 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,
ÔBout an old man who never done wrong.
How he died no one can say,
They found him dead in the street one day
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Author: Bob Dylan

Composer: Bob Dylan

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Released in: 2010

Language: English

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