THE TRAMP ON THE STREET
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(Hazel Cole - Grady Cole)
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¡ì ¨Ï '57 copyright control ¡í
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Hank Williams - THE TRAMP ON THE STREET Lyrics
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Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate
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He who lay down at the rich man's gate
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He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat
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But they left him to die like a tramp 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 once rocked him, her darlin' to sleep
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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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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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And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
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He was Mary's own darlin', he was God's chosen Son
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Once He was fair and once He was young
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Mary, she rocked Him, her darlin' to sleep
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But they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
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If Jesus should come and knock on your door
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For a place to come in, or bread from your store
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Would you welcome Him in, or turn Him away
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Then the God's would deny you on the Great Judgement Day.
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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.
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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 once rocked him, her darlin' to sleep
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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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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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And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
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He was Mary's own darlin', he was God's chosen Son
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Once He was fair and once He was young
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Mary, she rocked Him, her darlin' to sleep
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But they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
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If Jesus should come and knock on your door
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For a place to come in, or bread from your store
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Would you welcome Him in, or turn Him away
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Then the God's would deny you on the Great Judgement Day.
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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.
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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
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For a place to come in, or bread from your store
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Would you welcome Him in, or turn Him away
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Then the God's would deny you on the Great Judgement Day.
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The Tramp On The Street
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Hank Thompson |