Only a tramp was Lazarus who begged.
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He stood by the rich man's gate.
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And, 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'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 just like a tramp on the street.
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He was Mary's own darling; 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 for the poor man's son.
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Red, white, and blue and victory sweet
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And, they left them to die like a tramp on the street.
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The Tramp on the Street
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| Joan Baez |
