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