Tramp on the Street

Tramp on the Street - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Only a tramp was Lazarus that day

He who lay down by the rich man's gate

Well he begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat

But they left him to die like a ramp 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 a little darlin' to sleep

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

If Jesus should come and knock on your door

Would you let Him come in and pick from your store

Would you turn him away with nothing to eat

Would you leave 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

And Mary she rocked him a little darlin' to sleep

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

Jesus he died on Calvary's peak

Gave his life's blood for

You and for me

A chist to said Lord his nails in his feet

But 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

And Mary she rocked him a little darlin' to sleep

But they left him to die like

A tramp on the street