The Old Man

Sing you a song, it's not very long About an old man never done wrong How he died, no one can say Found him dead in the street one day Crowd gathered one fine morn' Man whose clothes, shoes was torn There on the sidewalk he did lay They stopped and stared and went their way Policeman come and he looked around Get up, old man, I'm taking you down Jab him with his bully club The old man then rolled off the curb Jabbed him again, loudly said Call the wagon, this man is dead The wagon come and they loaded in him And I never saw that man again Sang him a song, and it wasn't very long About an old man never done wrong How he died, no one can say Found him dead on the street one day