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Bob Dylan - Man On The Street Lyrics

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  • Ill sing you a song, aint 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 Im 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.
  • Ive sung you my song, it aint 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.

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