(Grady Cole & Hazel Cole, Kinky Friedman)
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Only a tramp was Lazarus¡¯ sad fate
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He who lay down by the rich man¡¯ s gate.
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He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat,
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He was only a tramp found dead on the street.
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If Jesus He comes on and knocks on your door
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Will He find love and kindness or hatred and war ?
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Will you turn Him away with nothing to eat ?
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Will you leave Him to die like a tramp on the street ?
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Poor Jewboy you¡¯ ve rambled this cold world alone
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Just a-prayin¡¯ that Heaven is no place like home.
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May the good Lord He bless you and keep you in health
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And remember that Jesus was a Jewboy hisself.
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The Tramp On The Street
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| Kinky Friedman |
