Hank Williams - Tramp on the street

^COnly a tramp was Lazarus sad ^Ffate He who lay ^G7down at the rich man's ^Cgate He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to ^Feat He was only a ^Ctramp found ^G7dead on the ^Cstreet He was some mother's darlin' he was some mother's ^Fson Once he was ^G7fair and once he was ^Cyoung Some mother rocked him her darlin' to ^Fsleep But they left him to ^Cdie like a ^G7tramp on the ^Cstreet Jesus who died on Calvary's ^Ftree Shed His life's ^G7blood for you and for ^Cme F They pierced His sides His hands and His feet And they left Him to ^Cdie like a ^G7tramp on the ^Cstreet He was Mary's own darlin' he was God's chosen ^FSon Once He was ^G7fair and once He was ^Cyoung Mary she rocked Him her darlin' to ^Fsleep But they left Him to ^Cdie like a ^G7tramp on the ^Cstreet If Jesus should come and knock on your ^Fdoor For a place to ^G7come in or bread from your ^Cstore Would you welcome Him in or turn Him ^Faway Then the God's would ^Cdeny you on the ^G7Great Judgment D^Cay