Hank Williams
A Tramp On The Street
Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fateHe who lay down at the rich mans' gateHe begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eatHe was only a tramp found dead on the street. He was some mother's darlin', he was some mother's sonOnce he was fair and once he was youngAnd some mother rocked him, her darlin' to sleepBut they left him to die like a tramp on the street. Jesus, he died on calvary's treeHe shed his lifes blood for you and for meThey pierced his side and then his feetAnd they left him to die like a tramp on the street. He was Mary's own darlin', he was God's chosen sonOnce he was fair and once he was youngMary, she rocked him, her darlin' to sleepBut they left him to die like a tramp on the street. If Jesus should come and knock on your doorFor a place to come in, or bread from your storeWould you welcome him in, or turn him away?Then the gods would deny you on the great Judgement day.
From Letras Mania