Man On The Street

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 stree0t 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 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 agian

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