(Grady and Hazel Cole)
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Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
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He lay down by the rich man's gate.
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He begged for 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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And Jesus who died on Calvary's tree,
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Shed his life 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 Mary's own son;
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Once he was fair and once he was young,
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And Mary she rocked him, her little darlin' to sleep,
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But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
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When the battles are over, and the victory's won,
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Everyone mourns with the poor man's son,
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Red white and blue, and victory sweet,
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And they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
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Tramp on the Street
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Joan Baez |