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Bob Dylan |
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Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare & Unreleased, 1961-1991 |
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Man On The Street |
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I'll sing you a song, ain't very long, |
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'bout an old man who never done wrong. |
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How he died nobody can say, |
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They found him dead in the street one day. |
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Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn, |
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At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn. |
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There on the sidewalk he did lay, |
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They stopped 'n' stared 'n' walked their way. |
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Well, the p'liceman come and he looked around, |
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"get up, old man, or i'm a-takin' you down." |
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He jabbed him once with his billy club |
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And the old man then rolled off the curb. |
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Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said, |
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"call the wagon; this man is dead." |
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The wagon come, they loaded him in, |
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I never saw the man again. |
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I've sung you my song, it ain't very long, |
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'bout an old man who never done wrong. |
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How he died no one can say, |
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They found him dead in the street one day. |
