Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate
He who lay down at the rich man's 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 mother's darlin' he was some mother's son
Once he was fair and once he was young
Some mother rocked him her darlin' to sleep
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
Jesus who died on Calvary's tree
Shed His life's blood for you and for me
They pierced His sides His hands and His feet
And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street
He was Mary's own darlin' he was God's 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
Then the God's would deny you on the Great Judgment Day
He who lay down at the rich man's 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 mother's darlin' he was some mother's son
Once he was fair and once he was young
Some mother rocked him her darlin' to sleep
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
Jesus who died on Calvary's tree
Shed His life's blood for you and for me
They pierced His sides His hands and His feet
And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street
He was Mary's own darlin' he was God's 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
Then the God's would deny you on the Great Judgment Day
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