Dawson Old man Noll was a mean old soul, he lived across the hill I didn't know him very well and now I never will He had some sheep that grazed his land and he was very old And all the kids would stay away, we knew he was a scold. Yeah, but our best tree house was on his hill And our navy sailed on his pond The years have only brought me pain Now I'm sad the old man's gone. 'Cause now the freeway rolls where old man Noll Used to run his sheep in the meadow And as you drive by if you really try You still can see his shadow. Now, old man Noll was a mean old soul, at least the kids thought so But we were much, much younger then and now I just don't know The way it was when it was his, the land was clear and free The land was life and with his wife was all that he could see. So when the houses came and brought The kids who thought he was mean I think that now at last I see How sad he must have been. 'Cause now the freeway rolls where old man Noll Used to run his sheep in the meadow And as you drive by if you really try You still can see his shadow Yeah, you still can see his shadow.