Tramp On The Street

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 And 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 He 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 a-way Then the God would de-ny you on the Great Judgement Day. Tabbed by Joe Wallace, Countrytabs.com