The Tramp on the Street
by Hank Williams
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
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
Shed His life s blood for you and for me
They pierced His sides 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 away
Then the God s would deny you on the Great Judgment Day
