A Tramp On The Street

Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate He who lay down at the rich mans gate He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat He was only a tramp found dead on the street He was some mothers darlin' He was some mothers son Once he was fair and once he was young And some mother rocked him, her darlin' to sleep But they left him to die like a tramp on the street Jesus, he died on Calvary's tree He shed his life's blood for you and for me They pierced his side and then his feet And they left him to die like a tramp on the street He was Mary's own darlin', he was gods chosen son Once he was fair and once he was young Mary, she rocked him, her darlin' to sleep But they left him to die like a tramp on the street If Jesus should come and knock on your door For a place to come in, or bread from your store Would you welcome him in Or turn him away And then God would deny you On the great judgement day --- A Tramp on the Street - Hank Williams