Lyrics A Tramp On The Street - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

A Tramp On The Street

Only a tramp was Lazarus that day
He who lay down by the rich man’s gate
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 darling, he was some mother’s son;
Once he was fair and once he was young
And some mother rocked him, a little darling 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?
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