Man On The Street chords
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harmonica: [G]
[G]I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,
'Bout an old man who never done [Em]wrong.
[G]How he died nobody can say,
They found him dead in the street one [Em]day.
[G]Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn,
At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were [Em]torn.
[G]There on the sidewalk he did lay,
They stopped 'n' stared 'n' walked their [Em]way.
harmonica: [G] , [Emi]
Well, the p'liceman 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 again.
harmonica: [G] , [Emi]
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.
[G]I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,
'Bout an old man who never done [Em]wrong.
[G]How he died nobody can say,
They found him dead in the street one [Em]day.
[G]Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn,
At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were [Em]torn.
[G]There on the sidewalk he did lay,
They stopped 'n' stared 'n' walked their [Em]way.
harmonica: [G] , [Emi]
Well, the p'liceman 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 again.
harmonica: [G] , [Emi]
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.
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