The Tramp On the Street

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THE TRAMP ON THE STREET (Hazel Cole - Grady Cole) « © '57 copyright control » Hank Williams - THE TRAMP ON THE STREET Lyrics Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate He who lay down at the rich man's gate He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat But they left him to die like a tramp 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 once 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 Shed His life's blood for you and for me They pierced His side, 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 Judgement Day. Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate He who lay down at the rich man's gate He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat But they left him to die like a tramp 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 once 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 Shed His life's blood for you and for me They pierced His side, 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 Judgement Day. Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate He who lay down at the rich man's gate He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat But they left him to die like a tramp 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 once 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 Shed His life's blood for you and for me They pierced His side, 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 Judgement Day.