| Jesus, he died on calvary’s tree
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| Nails in his hands and nails in his feet
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| Mary, she rocked him, her little baby to sleep
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| But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
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| Only a poor man was laz’rus that day
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| When he lay down at the rich man’s gate
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| He begged for the crumbs of the rich man to eat;
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| He was only a tramp found dead on the street
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| He was some mother’s darlin', he was some mother’s son;
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| Once he was fair, and once he was young
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| Some mother rocked him, her little baby, to sleep;
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| But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
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| Jesus who died on calvary’s tree
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| Shed his life’s blood for you and for me
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| They pierced his side, his hands and his feet
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| But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
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| Jesus, he died on calvary’s tree
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| Nails in his hands and nails in his feet
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| Mary, she rocked him, her little baby to sleep
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| But they left him to die like a tramp on the street |