G Em G Em G Well I'll sing you a song, ain't very long, Em About and old man who never done wrong. G How he died no one can say, Em They found him dead in the street one day. G Well the crowd they gathered one fine morn, Em At the man whose clothes and shoes were torn G There on the sidewalk he did lay, Em They stopped and stared and walked away. G Well, the policeman came and he looked around, Em said "Get up, old man, or I'm talking you down." G He jabbed him once with his bully club, Em The old man then rolled off the curb. G Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said, Em "Call the wagon, this man is dead." G The wagon came, they loaded him in, Em I never saw the man again. G Now I've sung you my song, it aint't very long, Em About an old man who never done wrong. G How he died no one can say, Em They found him dead in the street one day.
x
1 di