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  13 <h1 class="songtitle">Man on the Street</h1>
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  16 <p>Words by Bob Dylan, music traditional, from a northern song called
  17 &ldquo;Young man who wouldn't hoe corn&rdquo; (thanks to Andrea Baroni for
  18 notifying me) <br />
  19 Recorded Nov 22, 1961 (<a class="recordlink" href="../01_bobdylan/index.htm">Bob Dylan</a> sessions) and released on
  20 <a class="recordlink" href="index.htm">The Bootleg Series 1-3</a> (1991) <br />
  21 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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  23 <p>Bass pattern for the third and fourth lines:</p>
  24 <pre class="tab">
  25   G                       Em
  26   :  .  .  .    :   .  .  .
  27 |-------------|---------------
  28 |-------------|---------------
  29 |-------------|---------------
  30 |----0--2--0--|---------------
  31 |-------------|-0h2----2------
  32 |-3-----------|-----3-----0---
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  37 <pre class="verse">
  38 G . . . Em G . . .
  39
  40           G
  41 Well I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,    *|-----0---0-----------0---0-
  42                                 Em*             |-----0---0-----------0---0-
  43 'Bout an old man who never done wrong.          |-----0---0-----------0---0-
  44 G                                               |-----2---2-----------2---2-
  45 How he died nobody can say,                     |-------------0h2-----------
  46                                       Em*       |-0---------------0---------
  47 They found him dead in the street one day.
  48
  49 Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn,
  50 At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn.
  51 There on the sidewalk he did lay,
  52 They stopped 'n' stared and they went their way.
  53
  54 Well, the p'liceman come and he looked around,
  55 &quot;Get up, old man, or I'm a-takin' you down.&quot;
  56 He jabbed him once with his bully club,
  57 the old man then rolled off the curb.
  58
  59 Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said:
  60 &quot;Call the wagon; this man is dead.&quot;
  61 The wagon come, they loaded him in,
  62 I never saw the man again.
  63
  64 I've sung you my song, it ain't very long,
  65 'Bout an old man who never done wrong.
  66 How he died no body could say,
  67 They found him dead in the street one day.
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