man on the street

• guzel bir bob dylan sarkisi.
  
  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
  
  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
  ’bout an old man who never done wrong
  how he died no one can say
  they found him dead in the street one day