| Lyrics: | Tramp On The Street
(Grady and Hazel Cole)
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.
Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He who lay down by the rich man's
grave.
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,
Nails in His
hands, Lord, nails in His feet,
Gave His life's blood for you and for me,
But they left
Him to die like a tramp on the street.
@country @gospel
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