G
Sing you a song, not very long
                  G    G/F#  Em
'Bout an old man, never done wrong
G
How he died, no one can say
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Found him dead on the street one day
G
Crowd gathered, one fine morn'
                      G   G/F#  Em
Man whose clothes and shoes was torn
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On the sidewalk, he did lay
     C           C/B        Am   G     Em
They stopped and stared and went their way
G
Policeman come, looked around,
                     G    G/F#  Em
"Get up old man, I'm taking you down,"
G
Jabbed him with his billy club
    C       C/B         Am  G   Em
The old man then rolled off the curb
G
Jabbed him again, loudly said,
                      G  G/F#  Em
"Call the wagon, this man is dead,"
G
Wagon come, they loaded him in
  C     C/B      Am  G  Em
I never saw that man again
G
Sang you my song, wasn't very long
                  G    G/F#  Em
'Bout an old man, never done wrong
G
How he died, no one can say
C         C/B         Am     G   Em
Found him dead on the street one day