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

Copyright: Public Domain Publisher
Writer(s): Grady Cole, Hazel Cole