Bob Dylan - Man on the street

Well I'll ^Gsing you a song, ain't very long, About and old man who never done ^Emwrong. ^GHow he died no one can say, They found him dead in the street one ^Emday.

Well the ^Gcrowd they gathered one fine morn, At the man whose clothes and shoes were ^Emtorn ^GThere on the sidewalk he did lay, They stopped and stared and walked a^Emway.

Well, the pol^Giceman came and he looked around, said "Get up, old man, or I'm talking you ^Emdown." He ^Gjabbed him once with his bully club, The old man then rolled off the ^Emcurb.

Well, he ^Gjabbed him again and loudly said, "Call the wagon, this man is ^Emdead." The ^Gwagon came, they loaded him in, I never saw the man a^Emgain.

Now I've ^Gsung you my song, it aint't very long, About an old man who never done ^Emwrong. ^GHow he died no one can say, They found him dead in the street one ^Emday.