Hank Williams - The 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 and then 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 would deny you on the great judgment day