The Tramp on the Street

[Verse 1]

Only a tramp was Lazarus that day

He lay down by the rich man's gate

He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat

But they left him to die like a tramp on the street

[Verse 2]

And Jesus who died on Calvary's tree

Shed His life 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

[Verse 3]

He was Mary's own darlin', he was Mary's own son

Once He was fair and once He was young

And Mary she rocked Him, her little darlin' to sleep

But they left Him to die like a tramp on the street

[Verse 4]

When the battles are over and the victory's won

Everyone mourns for the poor man's son

Red white and blue, and victory sweet

And they left him to die like a tramp on the street