作曲 : Dylan
 作词 : Dylan
I'll sing you a song  ain't 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 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