Bob Dylan - Man On the Street (Outtake) lyrics

Well, I'll sing you a song, it ain't very long About an old man, he never done wrong How he died nobody can say They found him dead in the street one day And 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 an' stared and they went their way Well, the policeman come and he looked around "Get up, old man, or I'm takin' you down" He jabbed him once with his billy club 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 Well, I've sung you my song, it ain't very long About an old man who never done wrong How he died nobody can say They found him dead in the street one day