The Tramp On The Street Lyrics - Hank Thompson

THE TRAMP ON THE STREET 

(Hazel Cole - Grady Cole) 

'57 copyright control 

Hank Williams - THE TRAMP ON THE STREET Lyrics 

Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate 

He who lay down at the rich man's gate 

He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat 

But they left him to die like a tramp 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 once rocked him, her darlin' to sleep 

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

Jesus, He died on Calvary's tree 

Shed His life's blood for you and for me 

They pierced His side, 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 Judgement Day. 

Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate 

He who lay down at the rich man's gate 

He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat 

But they left him to die like a tramp 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 once rocked him, her darlin' to sleep 

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

Jesus, He died on Calvary's tree 

Shed His life's blood for you and for me 

They pierced His side, 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 Judgement Day. 

Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate 

He who lay down at the rich man's gate 

He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat 

But they left him to die like a tramp 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 once rocked him, her darlin' to sleep 

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

Jesus, He died on Calvary's tree 

Shed His life's blood for you and for me 

They pierced His side, 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 Judgement Day.